TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER
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07.09.02
(Everyday, little by little, how I speak and write changes in such ways that I wonder where the wildness - that wilderness of self and vision - has fled. Now the secret languages that were spun in closet or under sheets - they are being forgotten, trampled underfoot by the manifest destiny of iron-hooved words, so heavy in the mouth, words like "marketing" and "profits" and "product expansion".)
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