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Ding  polyps are the long ones, thin tentacles that catch any immortal animal
      stubby and shaped side the urns little buds


          brain is dead if only bombarded with radio brain death means
                                                        past of cold chicken and wine electroencephalograph
                                                     down ordinary daylight paths, arcs spring from tube to tube


                young female corpses have been himself: he topples a huge statue
                        the sound of a language he cannot understand
                                 extracellular, hesitantly, he reaches out        to atoms