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Essay: Who thinking on her legs (Manifesto) What color is your arrow? Mine is green. I'm the nail & you're the nurse I walk across the street & you pull the thorn You mail it to me. You try to steal my reader & you succeed & then you steal my dress. You are as is unable as any lioness to sell thickets back to forests, I am a blind f-line You are trying to be culturally specific o.k. I am every effort of the self to describe the self, you are falling deaf on deaf ears, but everyone's watching (TV). This is no attempt to insist that flux can know flux but you flex your muscle and mine (!) I am exoplanets & you are extrasolar o.k., how far a ray of light can go from the beginning of time to I am other places where night follows day like Cicero said I'd rather know myself than Don King You are the spectroscopic method & changes starlit frequency vs. I'm the astrometric method in the coliseum artifacts of Telescope, o.k. You stepped in velvet on your way to the studio, I was never a professional exam- iner of Kansas I was running neck & nekid with smoke & smoke could be said to be loose too; You are artichokes you are butter & seeds & you can hit a homer, therefore you can hit a homerun You are America Someone Someone is an encyclopedia of computer tears I was 5 you were 3 I had a closet & hid there, you walked out of it You were the disposition to think together with the discovery of iron & wheat & what created private property primary colors, war, this need for success I'm public property, I am aiming this at your voice |