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Index
Front Cover
Half-title
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Sigint
Yes, these are conquests from the castle. I washed/
What one otherwise only dreams/
He has built a town in the garden./
As chum carried into waters lying south/
Everyone thinks Lord in relation/
Hardly ever showed it mixed up with/
You too are concrete, greensomeness, and no one/
One can get very thin./
It is modern. Couldn’t you have brought/
Don’t say anything funny – Isn’t that possible?/
The trees are dense here./
Completely Out for as long as one/
You don’t have to go anymore,/
I am practicing dead songs and/
Suppose the weirdest bed is between/
Don’t write to her. Perhaps she’ll love/
Eleven years of green bread still/
A girl said I should eat. Well, am I/
You finish reading it. You cannot/
Your little lamp, for example,/
Because I am sleeping in love’s room/
Be rid of the face in the room now./
Don’t, you undo the good behaviour/
The fairground screamed. The mountains/
Those who died already, so scared/
Please come here. Please. I played with a dream/
I only dreamt it – people for money – /
Too strangely the birds jerk their scales./
Do lightweight people have a head?/
All good possibles come from above./
When a stranger comes along, ill, with/
A middle-sized giant came along/
And it is evening already, so swollen./
People. People. That means the humans./
My mouth keeps on springing open, forced/
Now I can take this to Shiverbeard./
Outside stand two sheep./
A pretzel? No. An apple? Better. A brick?!/
Now I am good./
Perfect Blue Distant Objects
Deep Packet Din
Five Eyes
Notes
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Colophon
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