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[07:12:46 a.m.] f.no says: ay el de la izquierda no lo pude leer bien
[07:13:25 a.m.] elise says: when we are sleeping
[07:13:44 a.m.] elise says: aeroplanes carry memories of the horrors we have given our silent consent to
[07:14:04 a.m.] elise says: into the night sky of our cities and leave them there to gather like clouds and condense
[07:14:12 a.m.] elise says: into our dreams before the morning

Nothing happens where we live and time does not pass we are stuck in a sudden electric moment like the second of the turning on of the car headlights like the second of the hit of the line of coke there is no history here the spectacle (fame) which takes its name from the spectre (ghost) rules and we see ghosts of ourselves pass by on billboards we see our own image pass by on the sides of buses and we remember nothing

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