I love making these collage-prose messes. I like the aesthetic of the different kinds of paper and the different typographies, and I especially like trying to read it aloud as if it made sense. Just for fun, I transcribed the collage text, so here it is:
  Remember, the beauty of strange inhabitants of flesh and blood table decorations. I'd forgotten plowing through the fields for my undersea world welcoming new things. As soon as a guided missile did not come out his love-kindling fire did quickly steep and fell asleep: it was the goat's exciting patterns arching through the sky of industrial might. And he didn't mix anything up either. The next morning he tried disturbing the mansion's only marvel still to endure, ... the Real Chocolate flavor grew a seething bath, but it was no use. In a cold valley-fountain of that ground; Which borrow'd this advantage found, until late afternoon.
  A dateless lively heat, from this holy fire of love as he could, the eerie sorrow to be found as a comic that ancients had access to and I was blown away. A familiar feeling to instant winner game decided to give asteroid hunting a shot. He wasn't as if sleeping. I ignore the sudden complete set of such elaborate magic that lies in the everyday. Computers will scan the data, to start his chores. He tried as hard lying on its side, arranged a compass and yardstick and the night promised to be long he continued. "I had never stayed awake all night existence kept me so busy, and while I no longer have the average for providing me with all the joy the sun came up, I didn't know if I could do that." All these and many others to wake the others. My complicated and fairly well off, which yet men prove for so many?"
  "After a couple years, I learned how to turn. At the time you bought the light of changing conditions, do these varying at any given time and loud enough either, sleeping peacefully for varying amounts, the job you intended them to do?
  It will tell you what your different beneficiaries are more interesting than others." If you are like this man, you'd never catch me next to a variety for almost a week, and not one morning in his bed. "How else could they afford over the years you cooperate, to enjoy and where you will stand in the future. This man needs help... "I'm a morning person," he said, no part of this at all. He spent the entire day billowing far above the atmosphere. His data revealed nothing, showed a lot of arguing and have probably purchased its strange history and fate. However, looked at today, the last day, the old fashioned way, it did not work.
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