Placeholder: [very impressive high res masterpiece in Kodak Eastman 5247, scene by László Krasznahorkai] I walk The garden in the afternoon, who hid Delusions under my habits For my self was empty ... But HE did It, yes. My Father, Lying here, I hear The sun creak past granite Into air, still it is night inside. I hide and pray. [very impressive high res masterpiece in Kodak Eastman 5247, scene by László Krasznahorkai] I walk The garden in the afternoon, who hid Delusions under my habits For my self was empty ... But HE did It, yes. My Father, Lying here, I hear The sun creak past granite Into air, still it is night inside. I hide and pray.

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[very impressive high res masterpiece in Kodak Eastman 5247, scene by László Krasznahorkai] I walk The garden in the afternoon, who hid Delusions under my habits For my self was empty ... But HE did It, yes. My Father, Lying here, I hear The sun creak past granite Into air, still it is night inside. I hide and pray.

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