G-trude Stein Remix

og: In the inside there is sleeping, in the outside there is reddening, in the morning there is meaning, in the evening there is feeling. In the evening there is feeling. In feeling anything is resting, in feeling, anything is mounting, in feeling there is resignation, in feeling there is recognition, in feeling there is recurrence and entirely mistaken there is pinching. All the standards have steamers and all the curtains have bed linen and all the yellow has discrimination and all the circle has circling. This makes sand.

remix: Over yonder there are trees, behind the trees there are mountains, in the summer there is nonsense, in the winter there is breath. In the winter there is breath. With breath everything is capable, with breath, everything is new, with breath the light shines through, with breath there is familiarity, with breath there is life and the lack thereof is death. Each daybreak has a sunset and each nightfall a star. This constitutes life.