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| author | Case Duckworth | 2015-03-02 18:31:47 -0700 |
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| committer | Case Duckworth | 2015-03-02 18:31:47 -0700 |
| commit | 9a2e2a9c3e0396f956381b8ee4af80fe3e8cf652 (patch) | |
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| parent | Add fonts: Playfair, Fira, Courier Prime (diff) | |
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Add thing class to pieces in template; recompile
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| diff --git a/spittle.html b/spittle.html index a886cd3..2eff3e3 100644 --- a/spittle.html +++ b/spittle.html | |||
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| 24 | 24 | ||
| 25 | </header> | 25 | </header> |
| 26 | 26 | ||
| 27 | <section class="verse"> | 27 | <section class="thing verse"> |
| 28 | <p>My body is attached to your body by a thin spittle of thought.<br />When you turn away from me, my thought is broken<br />and forms anew with something else. Ideas are drool.<br />Beauty has been slobbered over far too long. <a href="howithappened.html">God</a><br />is a tidal wave of bodily fluid. Even the flea has some<br />vestigial wetness. We live in a world fleshy and dark,<br />and moist as a nostril. Is conciousness only a watery-eyed<br />romantic, crying softly into his <a href="lovesong.html">shirt-sleeve</a>? Is not reason<br />a square-jawed businessman with a briefcase full of memory?<br />I want to kiss the world to make it mine. I want to become<br />a Judas to reality, betray it with the wetness of emotion.</p> | 28 | <p>My body is attached to your body by a thin spittle of thought.<br />When you turn away from me, my thought is broken<br />and forms anew with something else. Ideas are drool.<br />Beauty has been slobbered over far too long. <a href="howithappened.html">God</a><br />is a tidal wave of bodily fluid. Even the flea has some<br />vestigial wetness. We live in a world fleshy and dark,<br />and moist as a nostril. Is conciousness only a watery-eyed<br />romantic, crying softly into his <a href="lovesong.html">shirt-sleeve</a>? Is not reason<br />a square-jawed businessman with a briefcase full of memory?<br />I want to kiss the world to make it mine. I want to become<br />a Judas to reality, betray it with the wetness of emotion.</p> |
| 29 | </section> | 29 | </section> |
| 30 | 30 | ||