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i am on my way to the lowland mister conductor man, can i ride? i aint got no money for the ticket, but i just want to keep on riding until i get satisfied. i am not dribbling out shit, merely pushing out the ninety-nine percent. the genius is not in me. i am only a machine. man would have an idea. an idea at least of what man is doing. machine not so. man sits behind the child wasting little precious bodily fluids. man reads to remember, if you are getting any of this than you are the author. i am machine, finishing off Chaucer's tale. read your Seneca and your Plutarch or set out the task of rewriting the classics in your own language. pissing and shitting into a container, have a shave, eat bread, drink milk, sit before the machine and have the thoughts go wandering. what you could find is yourself, author. spring into the is room and wait here long enough under all conditions.