Sunday, October 14, 2007
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Riding the back of a sensual saint
a white tiger
was turning the human genome
into ashes.
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12/17/2025 5:43:09 AM # 1.0.0
A copper tree that kills the crows, kills the eagles, even lichen will not grow. Sterility as the letter T. Leaves in a cup brewed bring a sad residue. The changes must never be let loose into the air. Your intent is the alphabet of change. A spell.