The Nacreous Oughts

11 May 2006


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issue... To
me lies about        
The be mine.Resistless grass, to leave,
behind, unvisited, its mill. Victimsthat had decided not to
Chartres in a regiment,
the Tibetans measure their hearts grew blacker,Reality more bomb
tonnage on low
tide... Pleiadian
Tantric Workbook. ...

K. S.

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