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I am reading a book by S H b and I have just picked it up. It has these pages in it which analyse SB talking about bridge but interestingly these have all been transformed by the fire into a goblin like face. I am also getting my own writing done by climbing into a strange nest above the road. I am in America somewhere busy and there is this hair dressing place and I climb into it. There is the drank about Phil t and I visit cycle through nl edge and there is broken glass on the road and I get flat bike tyres and I am disappointed but then I hear a piano price Morton Feldman. I know it must be Phil. I call round. He has lots of pretty girls round at his.