Brian Whitener
curious bird they are found about us in summer on a wild heath
called Emmingsales & I believe that is the only spot which they visit
they make an odd noise in the evening beginning at dew fall &
continuing it at intervals all night it is a beautiful object in Poetic
Nature — (nay all nature is poetic) from that peculiarity alone one
cannot pass over a wild heath in a summer evening without being
stopt to listen & admire its novel & pleasing noise it is a trembling
sort of crooning sound which may be nearly imitated by making a
crooning noise & at the same time patting the
finger before the mouth to break the sound like stopping a hole in the
German flute to quaver a double sound on one note this noise is
generally made as it descends from a bush or tree for its prey it is
said to feed on insects that breed on the fox fern whense its name it
is a beautiful mottld bird variously shadowed with the
colors of black & brown it appears of the hawk tribe its eye is keenc)
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it’s uninhabitable
Epic a computer program that models human reaction time
to single multiple human time program tocolloquial, there’s nothing to fall into so you fall thru
and the way that it should be is the way that it is and was will until
Lucretis reign fall in the field of particles
ephemeral the tone suites and fronts, that’s the the
thin and cure, old and ugly, stubs her toe, coughs all night, asphixiates
the Kremheld, as I draw in this breath, order of self awarenessi am being fucked into an environment
lily restructure lily
