Maxwell Discovers Semi-Automatism

No, I can’t see that! No, I can’t feel that!

OK yes I can see it and feel it—I was trying to ignore things—
It was making me ill and categorisable: how many fingers
Were you pointing while you ran out of friends?
(The leader at the front is on antidepressants.)

Nothing’s a creative exercise. The man was out his mind making swirls:
Where’s my can of soup?

There’s some irony in that (dear it’s hard

Being quiet about you—it’s making you ill: come back
From Spain?)

((Nasty piece of work.))

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