1. Mind and Time
2. My ships, My ships, My Ships
3. Prototypes (and does it enlarge their lives)
If your sanity be a totem for the freedom taboo, rasa, blank people copper with uneven languages but the events have their mercenary symmetry. It bothers me when someone forms an opinion deliberately. Trying to be mature or major and all you gather is the burden of stopwatches make a graph in the track more cruel-aphoristic, competitive, the line between the two runners is a country, and the metal they try go toward first is to free the taboo from the boogie man and put it back on him in ways he can pleasure them
In other words, sinners and saints running after the same vacuum of rituals in different costumes
In other words, afraid to disagree with himself, one man became a preacher, one became a screamer, one became a runner, they were the same man, after the same woman, telling the temperate fables for how to out-think a feeling. Brought caution and carnality and cash and a surrealist Omega
