Nicholas Grider

from THE BOOK OF FORMER WISDOM

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Substituting shove for hug the meat of the matter is that you died 1400 years ago if agency is
tenable in dissociations of language and you are here too, no minions, only a stockpile

[like when the floor melted downward and you did not, turned white, disintegrated as particulate
upward, having been given a good shove, you’re not yourself, Moshe]

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the filth that comes out of your mouth: this is not that

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in the Torah there’s an angel, and then there isn't

you don’t translate black finches into stump speeches, you do not execute a transcript or make
mention or lend yourself to getting slapped with some “oh no not him again”

(get shoved was good enough, now all play low is storm and late)