thee map

"The map does not reproduce the unconscious closed in upon itself; it constructs the unconscious."

how many zone? molecule here mister Schizo? shall we spending the day high on lettering? O gloss of ozone in your mere down dumb. Dumb down thy play. I say ferring you. Your R is pending knuckle. bares to breast. its creeping wake. Not . waisted by handsome shining path. her hophophop wriggling roun ' its desirous clean.
Gear gleam your levity! lover.