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Fleshy Girders

“Osram always chews my ear off” he thought. AUTO EXPLICATION. And in order to shed a little light on the subject that had been nagging all day, Omar repeated the instructions Osram had given him that very morning. THE SURPRESSION OF THE DODECCAHEDRON. As he did so there was an immediate palpable alteration in the substrate. Reluctantly the earth became world. Fizzy, appalling and teeming. Emergent vocabularies burgeoned and accreted blindly in the face of hot switches and hot, hot circuits. “Now” he thought “ the current of casual equivalence will demand inspection and may catalyze disaffection amongst the corpuscles”. ORGONE RAYS. A great slow glowing descended on this fecund arena. The mystery glare became swollen and bleached down hard, without any obvious power source or atomics. Life-like, twinkling and bound to its own tricky dynamo. “This is a silly new beginning” thought Omar “but it also presents a jittery contradiction a little too busy to beat to death in its infancy.” VOID FILLER.