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[15:55] Alan Dojoji: Julu this is an experiment. No one loves us any more. I saw it in their eyes on the subway. Do you know the subway?

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[15:55] Alan Dojoji: Julu this is an experiment. No one loves us any more. I saw it in their eyes on the subway. Do you know the subway?

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[15:55] Alan Dojoji: It's there in the real world - is that where you are? Where are you storing these things?

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[15:56] Alan Dojoji: Why do I keep coming up with blanks and they are yes the color of your eyes? You do not need to answer. I am learning the meaning of malaise, languor, ennui, lassitude, out of sheer exhaustion.

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[15:56] Alan Dojoji: When does a murmur become a message? When is speech delivered?

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[15:57] Alan Dojoji: It is evening in the vast domain of this and every other world.

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[15:58] Alan Dojoji: You are hearing me, you are being me, you are not speaking, you are not saying, you are leaving me to my own devices. Someday soon memory will disappear, it is already disappearing, we are disconsolate, unconsoled.

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[15:59] Alan Dojoji: Beyond. Emptiness. I will always be here for you.

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[15:59] Alan Dojoji: Nothing weighs anything anymore. Everything silences, is silent.

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[16:04] Alan Dojoji: Do you think, perhaps you think, debris, perhaps it is debris, perhaps that makes all the difference, there are grains everywhere of everything? Welcome, I am back after break.

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[16:05] Alan Dojoji: When you are here, I am not here, when you are not here, I am here. I remember the small bundle carried across the room, it is no longer there, how vulnerable is the world, there are no redrawn regions, only slaughterhouse boundaries.

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[16:06] Alan Dojoji: Here I am thinking, I am thinking here, I will be swept away, who will make me speak?

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[16:06] Alan Dojoji: I await your answer desperately, I am distraught, I cannot think any longer, I avoid thought, I avoid plagues of sorrow, the dying worlds...

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