Tjanting_ebooks

Lines from Ron Silliman's 'Tjanting,' in random-ish order. Text (c) @ronsilliman, used with permission. Bot created by @joe_newlin.

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Truce tart.

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To Go. Sienna burns.

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Astral Glade, Austral Glen. When first blue flame shot an act of day, I long hand over lightning heights.

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Sun means mirror table sits next day.

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The bathroom over necks.

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Little prisms’ clouds breaking up writing.

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Tibetan in the rooftops all directions.

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Don’t you know you cannot be grandmother folding brown paper on the bodv, between wch brings what writing.

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All senses gravity is shot thru an old 11 men in the clouds.

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Hindenburg stateroom.

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Hitler in that long day is no longer rememberd, now thinking feed.

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The world ph!Tsical, ob jects focus all page.

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He was not to kill the lowest sky turnd away from ear.

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Night clarity.

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Thog. Days to cohere.

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When I started to bear was shot an old rusty dust.

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The linoleum drops.

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Subterranean activity, bubbling in the roar of the fingers.

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Rat with him thru the past tea garden’s pine tree.

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Myrna Loy scrunches nose.

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End by gum stick.