The word in your mouth is anarchy

The word in your mouth is anarchy. Say it, I am waiting for it. We stand on five minutes and devour centuries. You are the sieve which my anarchy strains, resolves itself into words. Behind the word is chaos. Each word a stripe, a bar, but there are not and never will be enough bars to make the mesh.
– Henry Miller

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