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   SUPERMASSIVE TEA BREAKLoud whispering
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Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 5
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Signs on the wall
some awesome silked words
that make no sense at all
Whispering to me to scream it loud
even if you don't know what i'm singing about
my mind has capted a few files
I told you a lot of lies

Guns on the floor
loaded with booldy needles i've already seen before
promise to become proud
even if you don't know what i'm talking about
remember me saying: "Mate I trust you"
I told you a lot of lies

Clowns you pray for
Always wanna listen
but never say a word. x
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Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 5
his Claudian brother, is it worth while interrupting to say? — throughout the papyrus as the revise mark) stalks all over the page, broods wpe5.jpg (762 bytes) sensationseeking an idea, amid the verbiage, gaunt, stands dejectedly in the diapered window margin, with its basque of bayleaves all aflutter about its forksfrogs, paces with a frown, jerking to and fro, flinging phrases here, there, or returns inhibited, with some half-halted suggestion, wpe4.jpg (760 bytes), dragging its shoestring; the curious warning sign before our protoparent's ipsissima verba (a very pure nonde , by the way, sometimes a palmtailed otter, more often the arbutus fruitflowerleaf of the cainapple) which paleographers call a leak in the thatch or the aranman ingperwhis through the hole of his hat, indicating that the words which follow may be taken in any order desired, hole of Aran man the hat through the whispering his ho (here keen again and begin again to make soundsense and sensesound kin again); those haughtypitched disdotted aiches easily of the rariest inasdroll as most of the jaywalking eyes we do plough into halve, unconnected, principial, medial or final, always jims in the jam, sahib, as pipless as threadworms: the innocent exhibitionism of those frank yet capricious underlinings:


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