Autumn, with two zeros above her nose arguing over the sun being dark or Bach is as famous as its commotion & that she herself—not Orpheus—is the logical poet “I am the logical poet” she screams “Spring? Spring is only the beginning!” she attempts to make Cream Judge jealous by telling him of down-to-earth people & while the universe is erupting, she points to the slow train & prays for rain and for time to interfere—she is not extremely fat but rather progressively unhappy…

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