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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
The Content, the Plot. The Potent, the Clot. The Poet, the Trout. Burp. This book has neither subject nor object, nor author nor reader. It is not a book about life but is a life itself, many lives, as they slip into and out of eachother. Falling to their deaths. And back again. From Reality to Dream, and back again. So many times that you forget which side of the mirror you’re on. It’s the cracked looking glass of a servant, where the ego dissolves into the group phantasm of the unavowable community, dreaming of mythological revolution, that will finally bring about the Time when Hearts fall In Love.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
The Content, the Plot. The Potent, the Clot. The Poet, the Trout. Burp. This book has neither subject nor object, nor author nor reader. It is not a book about life but is a life itself, many lives, as they slip into and out of eachother. Falling to their deaths. And back again. From Reality to Dream, and back again. So many times that you forget which side of the mirror you’re on. It’s the cracked looking glass of a servant, where the ego dissolves into the group phantasm of the unavowable community, dreaming of mythological revolution, that will finally bring about the Time when Hearts fall In Love.