Writing
Repeat phrases and self refer. This is another technique of meaning building.
A pint in which the casing splits and the inside is the outside. One page before no more page. I cannot see the curve of the globe from where I am seated. There is only fence and treetops where the sun dapples of an afternoon.
The words run out dry up convoluted. I am still going. This is the only way. To hit back at the slobbish monster unravelling in the corner. Take whatever is needed.
As soon as I sit behind this great beast, Satie in situ, all the woes of that charade outside burn.