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[integer at www.god-emil.dk]

>>! u!l b ur k!te.
>
>sol.
>nvr heard a girl tell me that before.

1 ztr!ng k!te = doez uat !t uantz not uat u uant

houevr = dze k!te !z ur kanvaz


4rom dze 8th 
world salt symposium

At the moment that 01 else reaches the 8th chapter of the book, the tentacles
slowly begin signing to 01. whispering really, in microscopic gestures: 8th
world salt symposium. 8th world salt symposium. 8th world salt symposium. 8th
world salt symposium.

Bluebirds speeding up from 01 else's book. the book disintegrates in a swarm of
miniature cars racing over particles of salt, scattered over the airport,
falling from numerous sacks of chips, salted sticks, smoki and a variety of
sandwiches.

A scientist in his snow-white lab coat appears from the far end escalator. The
bluebirds freeze for a moment. Roaring their insect-like-sounding engines, they
invade the semi-transparent tentacles of the still signing rose, spitting large
amounts of fuel onto its fibres. Salty fuel.