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Satisfaction (“It is made”) (Stein Poem)

November 18, 2011
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Sun Nov 13 20:40:07 2011

A pleasing object does not mean that they feel them.
In fact we are socialized to suicide.
A simple real ball with victims.
It is asked how will everything soon die.
Mostly every one of them will kill people.
I have no fear of satisfaction.
They are satisfied which may be some feeling.
Because that promotes growth and actions.
No but that is the economy.
No one suggests that a table means more wealth.
America is to me an occupation.
A training program to ball out the present.
We will get jobs of inferiority.
We will not destroy the equipment.
This has nothing to do with the present.
A pleasing object does not seem strange to artists.
Daily love and romanticism.
What is the value of them who make it.
A pleasing object does not make it.
A little ball into a pillar.
It is made a day made a pleasure.
It cannot arise without mediation.
And we cannot be used in our clothes.
Sausages in between the entrances.
Every different type of satisfaction.

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Texts:
Gertrude Stein (Selections), GERTBOT Base Nature Texts
Nagarjuna, Seventy Stanzas
Various Authors, Various Manifestos

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