Wheeling Gull Isle derrida

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the vertigo pulled. the body resisted.

and why?

every action, that it would ever take, had been determined at the birth of consciousness. to step away or in, would be of equal value. equal pointlessness.

so why think?

that was the subject still hotly debated by the dying sparks of electricity compromising its thoughts. the dogbody sat down on its straightened haunches, and contemplated the hole.