The King wounds me. I am waiting in line, charged with keeping versions of his story, aping to vary widely.
Examples and their headers
1. I am moving upon his kingdom, to suffer, as he does, his importance and affections.
2. The fertility of his land is a kind of scenic reduction (barren little world, that prompter of travel).
3. Any other land becomes a later version.
4. I wound in turn.
5. He sustains alone.
6. For clarity, I appear as a remainder.
19 Jan 2008
Posted by murmurists at 02:19
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just :O
Reality becomes the illusion of the fragments of Truth
Spidy Baudrillard
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