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Of the Stuck |
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The Production of the StuckBy me back in 1968
Adhese!
What would come from you when the wind howls on a baying dog's night or when the orangutan's zone of treetops comes crashing down to meet a dawn of mistake befuddled men?
Adhese to your thoughts, land lover! And produce them as the day grows in your best ice! Again and again, those thoughts which stick are done to a turn. Again and again, the erosive rains of sticking thinking mold minds elsewhere.
ADHESE! ADHESE! ADHESION!!!
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