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I am practising dead songs and

then they will be printed and

we’ll get Heaven – get money.

When it eats, the soul is of no interest to me.

What is in it, ice? While what

happened to soft difference in school is horrible,

it wants to eat. There will be no shaking

the thorns from the stem. There

will be no clarification.

The ballooning complex left

it a shambles. Security. Think of a weaving

barn. Think of a good reason not to quit listening.

August 15, 1976, 17:55, aircraft approaching Krasnokamansk. Altitude unreported.