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Attendant at home wanted to describe his bed, which was so beautiful the way its twisted sheets contrasted with the twisted jeans he had thrown across them, but didn’t have time to describe it, because he was falling on it. “I have at last discovered a hard limit to the descriptive powers of poetic consciousness…!” was his concluding thought.

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