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[thejejunejesuit]

An excess of silence, which is debauchery unto itself, and lascivious. The pleasure is mine. Lasciviousness amongst the lascivious, if the better part of the Networked Notebooks are to be believed. Hooked together. Network. Fish net. Yes, I see it, amid those same lank coils of seaweed hair, and we shall drown each other, slick as seals

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[eduronox]

Kidnapped as the rest, I imagine. No fields of grain lay here, either.

[thejejunejesuit]

No grain. No river.

The forest, yes, but how is it all sustained? By the grace of the gods?

[eduronox]

Grace? Whim, more like.

[thejejunejesuit]

Irony, understand, the grace that keeps this world. And whim, certainly, but how does it work?