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ill wrapp it up thuisly

i felt trapped by a rare sunbeam on this dirty windowpane
for a moment
i couldn't stop reflecting once again that in me there was nothing to contort or control the inutiution which i developd out of a core that had feasted upon introspection

no learneing
no resource of intelligenge to combat the imperatives of a violent hart

your gift the gif one finds in clumsy fortunetellers whatever passed for thought was borrowed even the remark about the shelter i had picked out was was signifgant in books not and i became a walking abstract of the writers and thinkers whom i loved or admired