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Aura enters three doors in the smiles, and a gong sounds
        but he shall not escape the disklike, rasping mouth, the crumb caged arena
            regally gowned motors and generators are built with coils
               world's waterways turn to his sport, and one of his aggregates of salps
        a dark-haired, sultry girl, subhuman savage, naked, fanged grating on an air conditioner
            the remora is quick to detach, snatch the transverse parts within the oval
                 soft needles on a sprig one very deft kernel of love
                     our earth is being crystalized
    in the form of tapes, books, and vibrations through our beloved brother