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Now get La Monte Young to sit and play the whole of the Well Tuned Piano as if he was actually playing in his tuning, and you have a new masterpiece.
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The toothaches got worse, she dreamed of disembodied voices from whose malignance there was no appeal, the soft dusk of mirrors out of which something was about to walk, and empty rooms that waited for her. Your gynaecologist has no test for what she was pregnant with.
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