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why the winds never fall to the bottom of the sea

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fallthrough yes it was earlier we crawled to the bottom of
things, some people running out of it, and fissures: two from
the hole at the bottom of the world. I got to the bottom of it,
twisted mind.

The demon stopped me. Tracks led from the house to the bottom of
the the left hand side rear of the bottom of the coffin nailed
to the back Thinking gets to the bottom of everything. Thinking
gets to the bottom of ejaculate, the bottom bunker pulled his
spit-glistened shaft away above, near the bottom carefully
surveying the earth, red-brown lizard and Travis lie discarded
at the bottom of a ditch, spread, and the bottom of the chasm,
salt burns my wounds, and the vans stop down there at the
bottom. Gestures. We went to appear intact with each other at
the bottom of the sea, the trident triple-cock -

blocked across the stone field, something encrusted in the
bottom o carefully lamps; the bottom chamber is filled with the
same, water climb up toward the bottom, we proceed carried in
the direction of--we're crotchless purple string bikini swimwear
group at the bottom try to figure decision, at the bottom, is
independent. the best-laid plans designed from the bottom up,
worked from the top down, deeply incompatible at the bottom,
predictive exhaustion, the easy way out, of which the easiest
lies at the bottom and far, and we stop down there at the
bottom. Gestures. we use flame to the bottom of the basement, I
heard about the canyon, but flesh is lacerated, blood flows at
best to the bottom of the frame, going to dig up dirt on
someone, we'll do it in the hallway near the bottom, she's
halfway near the sky, she's hunched over more, and she would see
to the bottom of things imperceptibly plowing the bottom. I can
only assume this doesnt frighten in some sort of freefall,
although there's an object at the bottom of the ocean, no one
has any hope of tying it down. In a dream, I get to the bottom
of it, those junkie arms, sweet eyes burned through the basement
of the world's skull. Oh know that getting to the bottom of this
is just as you would! There are lamps; the bottom chamber is
filled with the same, water drips from the lower side lying on
the floor. There's a rock at the bottom of the water. it was
manifest in an absolute that drops out at the bottom of the
scale; memory collapses under the weight of futility, as if it
were more painful to fall out from the bottom of the earth

And night revealing the bottom of the sea, diluted, a red-brown
near the bottom carefully surveying the corral, it stays there,
shudders, there's ripples on the the world lying there, stands
there, the bottom of the tongue, the two of us swimming to the
bottom of the airless grotto, gasping for breath, reinforcing
the tongue. At one time, a small cover must have been present,
the room's cold from the floorboards and the wind's whistling
rubble at the bottom. There's no way out because there's no up.

We sink to the bottom of the sea. And there's always sea. And
some mist blows west and at the bottom of the sea. And stirs And
the day was cold, with stony veins. So channels were formed,
cells gleam there, near the bottom of the sea-hill. I wondered
about the tongue, the tongue's mouth, as they call it, which
will help with the runoff. Over there gesture the bottom-
dwellers, sea-horses, speckled red and white, mountains or
protrusion at the bottom of the valley and the other. The top
continues to fall to the bottom, lose itself, so to speak, this
far, and the eins stop down there at the bottom. Gestures. We
use distraction, the nameless at the top, feeling slightly warm
after a while. Saliva drips from the bottom. Then up from the
bottom muck in a wetlands, with their feet and wing-beating,
swimming to the bottom of the airless grotto, gasping for
breath, washed ashore. Lagan is cargo that is lying on the
bottom of the ocean, waters at the bottom, white symbols at the
top - almost too-white, towards the bottom; still there are
instructions, running in clean rooms, running, **with the nikuko
had my ? ss u strands of my hiar to tie to the bottom** we don't
know what happened they were found dead there

wondering why the winds never fall down towards the bottom of
things, and you're still there at the bottom of the sea