Magic

Drinking Bup

I sat by a riverbank and thought of occult polymathy.

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I am an onion, jan jan jan.

It is ten o’clock (wear a robe, kick legs).

Pronounced Loudly On Heaven:

Insect heaven is the sky. The air supports them as they smell stuff.

Dog heaven is the basement. So many odds and ends to chew on.

Human heaven is an alcove where they can read and talk.

—Improved Critical Notes

• We think of them not as aliens, but anemones.