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Henry Miller Sayings

More And More The World Resembles An Entomologist's Dream. The Earth Is Moving Out Of Its Orbit, The Axis Has Shifted; From The North The Snow Blows Down In Huge Knife-blue Drifts. A New Ice Age Is Setting In, The Transverse Sutures Are Closing Up And Everywhere Throughout The Corn Belt The Fetal World Is Dying, Turning To Dead Mastoid. Inch By Inch The Deltas Are Drying Out And The River Beds Are Smooth As Glass. A New Day Is Dawning, A Metallurgical Day, When The Earth Shall Clink With Showers Of Bright Yellow Ore. As The Thermometer Drops, The Form Of The World Grows Blurred; Osmosis There Still Is, And Here And There Articulation, But At The Periphery The Veins Are All Varicose, At The Periphery The Light Waves Bend And The Sun Bleeds Like A Broken Rectum.

Henry Miller Sayings: More And More The World Resembles An Entomologist's Dream. The Earth Is Moving Out Of Its Orbit, The Axis Has Shifted; From The North The Snow Blows Down In Huge Knife-blue Drifts. A New Ice Age Is Setting In, The Transverse Sutures Are Closing Up And Everywhere Throughout The Corn Belt The Fetal World Is Dying, Turning To Dead Mastoid. Inch By Inch The Deltas Are Drying Out And The River Beds Are Smooth As Glass. A New Day Is Dawning, A Metallurgical Day, When The Earth Shall Clink With Showers Of Bright Yellow Ore. As The Thermometer Drops, The Form Of The World Grows Blurred; Osmosis There Still Is, And Here And There Articulation, But At The Periphery The Veins Are All Varicose, At The Periphery The Light Waves Bend And The Sun Bleeds Like A Broken Rectum.

Henry Miller Sayings: More And More The World Resembles An Entomologist's Dream. The Earth Is Moving Out Of Its Orbit, The Axis Has Shifted; From The North The Snow Blows Down In Huge Knife-blue Drifts. A New Ice Age Is Setting In, The Transverse Sutures Are Closing Up And Everywhere Throughout The Corn Belt The Fetal World Is Dying, Turning To Dead Mastoid. Inch By Inch The Deltas Are Drying Out And The River Beds Are Smooth As Glass. A New Day Is Dawning, A Metallurgical Day, When The Earth Shall Clink With Showers Of Bright Yellow Ore. As The Thermometer Drops, The Form Of The World Grows Blurred; Osmosis There Still Is, And Here And There Articulation, But At The Periphery The Veins Are All Varicose, At The Periphery The Light Waves Bend And The Sun Bleeds Like A Broken Rectum.

Henry Miller Sayings: More And More The World Resembles An Entomologist's Dream. The Earth Is Moving Out Of Its Orbit, The Axis Has Shifted; From The North The Snow Blows Down In Huge Knife-blue Drifts. A New Ice Age Is Setting In, The Transverse Sutures Are Closing Up And Everywhere Throughout The Corn Belt The Fetal World Is Dying, Turning To Dead Mastoid. Inch By Inch The Deltas Are Drying Out And The River Beds Are Smooth As Glass. A New Day Is Dawning, A Metallurgical Day, When The Earth Shall Clink With Showers Of Bright Yellow Ore. As The Thermometer Drops, The Form Of The World Grows Blurred; Osmosis There Still Is, And Here And There Articulation, But At The Periphery The Veins Are All Varicose, At The Periphery The Light Waves Bend And The Sun Bleeds Like A Broken Rectum.

Henry Miller Sayings: More And More The World Resembles An Entomologist's Dream. The Earth Is Moving Out Of Its Orbit, The Axis Has Shifted; From The North The Snow Blows Down In Huge Knife-blue Drifts. A New Ice Age Is Setting In, The Transverse Sutures Are Closing Up And Everywhere Throughout The Corn Belt The Fetal World Is Dying, Turning To Dead Mastoid. Inch By Inch The Deltas Are Drying Out And The River Beds Are Smooth As Glass. A New Day Is Dawning, A Metallurgical Day, When The Earth Shall Clink With Showers Of Bright Yellow Ore. As The Thermometer Drops, The Form Of The World Grows Blurred; Osmosis There Still Is, And Here And There Articulation, But At The Periphery The Veins Are All Varicose, At The Periphery The Light Waves Bend And The Sun Bleeds Like A Broken Rectum.

Henry Miller Sayings: More And More The World Resembles An Entomologist's Dream. The Earth Is Moving Out Of Its Orbit, The Axis Has Shifted; From The North The Snow Blows Down In Huge Knife-blue Drifts. A New Ice Age Is Setting In, The Transverse Sutures Are Closing Up And Everywhere Throughout The Corn Belt The Fetal World Is Dying, Turning To Dead Mastoid. Inch By Inch The Deltas Are Drying Out And The River Beds Are Smooth As Glass. A New Day Is Dawning, A Metallurgical Day, When The Earth Shall Clink With Showers Of Bright Yellow Ore. As The Thermometer Drops, The Form Of The World Grows Blurred; Osmosis There Still Is, And Here And There Articulation, But At The Periphery The Veins Are All Varicose, At The Periphery The Light Waves Bend And The Sun Bleeds Like A Broken Rectum.

Henry Miller Sayings: More And More The World Resembles An Entomologist's Dream. The Earth Is Moving Out Of Its Orbit, The Axis Has Shifted; From The North The Snow Blows Down In Huge Knife-blue Drifts. A New Ice Age Is Setting In, The Transverse Sutures Are Closing Up And Everywhere Throughout The Corn Belt The Fetal World Is Dying, Turning To Dead Mastoid. Inch By Inch The Deltas Are Drying Out And The River Beds Are Smooth As Glass. A New Day Is Dawning, A Metallurgical Day, When The Earth Shall Clink With Showers Of Bright Yellow Ore. As The Thermometer Drops, The Form Of The World Grows Blurred; Osmosis There Still Is, And Here And There Articulation, But At The Periphery The Veins Are All Varicose, At The Periphery The Light Waves Bend And The Sun Bleeds Like A Broken Rectum.

Henry Miller Sayings: More And More The World Resembles An Entomologist's Dream. The Earth Is Moving Out Of Its Orbit, The Axis Has Shifted; From The North The Snow Blows Down In Huge Knife-blue Drifts. A New Ice Age Is Setting In, The Transverse Sutures Are Closing Up And Everywhere Throughout The Corn Belt The Fetal World Is Dying, Turning To Dead Mastoid. Inch By Inch The Deltas Are Drying Out And The River Beds Are Smooth As Glass. A New Day Is Dawning, A Metallurgical Day, When The Earth Shall Clink With Showers Of Bright Yellow Ore. As The Thermometer Drops, The Form Of The World Grows Blurred; Osmosis There Still Is, And Here And There Articulation, But At The Periphery The Veins Are All Varicose, At The Periphery The Light Waves Bend And The Sun Bleeds Like A Broken Rectum.

Henry Miller Sayings: More And More The World Resembles An Entomologist's Dream. The Earth Is Moving Out Of Its Orbit, The Axis Has Shifted; From The North The Snow Blows Down In Huge Knife-blue Drifts. A New Ice Age Is Setting In, The Transverse Sutures Are Closing Up And Everywhere Throughout The Corn Belt The Fetal World Is Dying, Turning To Dead Mastoid. Inch By Inch The Deltas Are Drying Out And The River Beds Are Smooth As Glass. A New Day Is Dawning, A Metallurgical Day, When The Earth Shall Clink With Showers Of Bright Yellow Ore. As The Thermometer Drops, The Form Of The World Grows Blurred; Osmosis There Still Is, And Here And There Articulation, But At The Periphery The Veins Are All Varicose, At The Periphery The Light Waves Bend And The Sun Bleeds Like A Broken Rectum.

Henry Miller Sayings: More And More The World Resembles An Entomologist's Dream. The Earth Is Moving Out Of Its Orbit, The Axis Has Shifted; From The North The Snow Blows Down In Huge Knife-blue Drifts. A New Ice Age Is Setting In, The Transverse Sutures Are Closing Up And Everywhere Throughout The Corn Belt The Fetal World Is Dying, Turning To Dead Mastoid. Inch By Inch The Deltas Are Drying Out And The River Beds Are Smooth As Glass. A New Day Is Dawning, A Metallurgical Day, When The Earth Shall Clink With Showers Of Bright Yellow Ore. As The Thermometer Drops, The Form Of The World Grows Blurred; Osmosis There Still Is, And Here And There Articulation, But At The Periphery The Veins Are All Varicose, At The Periphery The Light Waves Bend And The Sun Bleeds Like A Broken Rectum.

Henry Miller Sayings: More And More The World Resembles An Entomologist's Dream. The Earth Is Moving Out Of Its Orbit, The Axis Has Shifted; From The North The Snow Blows Down In Huge Knife-blue Drifts. A New Ice Age Is Setting In, The Transverse Sutures Are Closing Up And Everywhere Throughout The Corn Belt The Fetal World Is Dying, Turning To Dead Mastoid. Inch By Inch The Deltas Are Drying Out And The River Beds Are Smooth As Glass. A New Day Is Dawning, A Metallurgical Day, When The Earth Shall Clink With Showers Of Bright Yellow Ore. As The Thermometer Drops, The Form Of The World Grows Blurred; Osmosis There Still Is, And Here And There Articulation, But At The Periphery The Veins Are All Varicose, At The Periphery The Light Waves Bend And The Sun Bleeds Like A Broken Rectum.

Henry Miller Sayings: More And More The World Resembles An Entomologist's Dream. The Earth Is Moving Out Of Its Orbit, The Axis Has Shifted; From The North The Snow Blows Down In Huge Knife-blue Drifts. A New Ice Age Is Setting In, The Transverse Sutures Are Closing Up And Everywhere Throughout The Corn Belt The Fetal World Is Dying, Turning To Dead Mastoid. Inch By Inch The Deltas Are Drying Out And The River Beds Are Smooth As Glass. A New Day Is Dawning, A Metallurgical Day, When The Earth Shall Clink With Showers Of Bright Yellow Ore. As The Thermometer Drops, The Form Of The World Grows Blurred; Osmosis There Still Is, And Here And There Articulation, But At The Periphery The Veins Are All Varicose, At The Periphery The Light Waves Bend And The Sun Bleeds Like A Broken Rectum.

Henry Miller Sayings: More And More The World Resembles An Entomologist's Dream. The Earth Is Moving Out Of Its Orbit, The Axis Has Shifted; From The North The Snow Blows Down In Huge Knife-blue Drifts. A New Ice Age Is Setting In, The Transverse Sutures Are Closing Up And Everywhere Throughout The Corn Belt The Fetal World Is Dying, Turning To Dead Mastoid. Inch By Inch The Deltas Are Drying Out And The River Beds Are Smooth As Glass. A New Day Is Dawning, A Metallurgical Day, When The Earth Shall Clink With Showers Of Bright Yellow Ore. As The Thermometer Drops, The Form Of The World Grows Blurred; Osmosis There Still Is, And Here And There Articulation, But At The Periphery The Veins Are All Varicose, At The Periphery The Light Waves Bend And The Sun Bleeds Like A Broken Rectum.

Henry Miller Sayings: More And More The World Resembles An Entomologist's Dream. The Earth Is Moving Out Of Its Orbit, The Axis Has Shifted; From The North The Snow Blows Down In Huge Knife-blue Drifts. A New Ice Age Is Setting In, The Transverse Sutures Are Closing Up And Everywhere Throughout The Corn Belt The Fetal World Is Dying, Turning To Dead Mastoid. Inch By Inch The Deltas Are Drying Out And The River Beds Are Smooth As Glass. A New Day Is Dawning, A Metallurgical Day, When The Earth Shall Clink With Showers Of Bright Yellow Ore. As The Thermometer Drops, The Form Of The World Grows Blurred; Osmosis There Still Is, And Here And There Articulation, But At The Periphery The Veins Are All Varicose, At The Periphery The Light Waves Bend And The Sun Bleeds Like A Broken Rectum.

Henry Miller Sayings: More And More The World Resembles An Entomologist's Dream. The Earth Is Moving Out Of Its Orbit, The Axis Has Shifted; From The North The Snow Blows Down In Huge Knife-blue Drifts. A New Ice Age Is Setting In, The Transverse Sutures Are Closing Up And Everywhere Throughout The Corn Belt The Fetal World Is Dying, Turning To Dead Mastoid. Inch By Inch The Deltas Are Drying Out And The River Beds Are Smooth As Glass. A New Day Is Dawning, A Metallurgical Day, When The Earth Shall Clink With Showers Of Bright Yellow Ore. As The Thermometer Drops, The Form Of The World Grows Blurred; Osmosis There Still Is, And Here And There Articulation, But At The Periphery The Veins Are All Varicose, At The Periphery The Light Waves Bend And The Sun Bleeds Like A Broken Rectum.

Henry Miller Sayings: More And More The World Resembles An Entomologist's Dream. The Earth Is Moving Out Of Its Orbit, The Axis Has Shifted; From The North The Snow Blows Down In Huge Knife-blue Drifts. A New Ice Age Is Setting In, The Transverse Sutures Are Closing Up And Everywhere Throughout The Corn Belt The Fetal World Is Dying, Turning To Dead Mastoid. Inch By Inch The Deltas Are Drying Out And The River Beds Are Smooth As Glass. A New Day Is Dawning, A Metallurgical Day, When The Earth Shall Clink With Showers Of Bright Yellow Ore. As The Thermometer Drops, The Form Of The World Grows Blurred; Osmosis There Still Is, And Here And There Articulation, But At The Periphery The Veins Are All Varicose, At The Periphery The Light Waves Bend And The Sun Bleeds Like A Broken Rectum.