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To the left of the sane
mountain range, behind houses and tears, behind fences and lies lives
a derelict computer disguised as a young romantic couple. In the mornings,
when the dust shimmers in the heat and the bushes try to sway, their one
delighted fearful thought (Hallelujah the madness is spreading) takes
the shape of a prayer, and like an opaque globe al most materializes above
the plain: Hallelujah the madness is spreading.
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