etude w urban legend

oh ok   it moves into,  i know that’s right   wrinkle at a word intro to amplifier slowed context, or:  even typos have got wrongs, flooded into baked dozens, in errata ice sheet melted to flood bits & peaces of the long-inter-twisted city;  all that time he was speaking neither verse nor prose but ideology and he didn’t know it;  he didn’t no (it .... that);   lightening’s register;   at the large echoing space like a cavern, a base like a tavern;  introduction slips into gaining some ragged locked at a rock trope steadily;   i see that the epistolary novel is not a pistol-wary hovel, or,    only at the transitional edges ...

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