Cover

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Title Page

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p. iii

Copyright

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p. iv

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Introduction

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pp. 1-2

The Front Matter, Dead Souls is a serial novel for publication in the newspaper. Its paragraph-length chapters can also be published singly on billboards or outdoors as murals. Parts of it were submitted to various newspapers during the election campaign, though not accepted. ...

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THE FRONT MATTER

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pp. 2-18

At the moment the wrestler is thrown sagging draped on the mat. A man squats in the center of a stand on a platform. His clothes open showing his chest. He shoves flat fish on a long wooden paddle. One eats the salty sweet fish in the black night. ...

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NEXT CHAPTER

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pp. 18-34

The quiet imageless eyes float in the sockets. Whatever Akira was waiting for isn't going to occur at all. That's the self being too stable, but he is not one, deliberately not a construction of oneself. He's on the occurrence ahead only in existence. ...

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THE LATTER

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pp. 34-44

I'm Deerslayer. The handsome head of sumo answers the phone, and since Dead Souls isn't there, Defoe tells him she's going to the Getty Museum to meet the partner and needs money then to leave. To tell the latter that. ...

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DEAD SOULS

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pp. 45-54

Invisible, not that they're not real, actions occur so that one's seeing has to change to be realistic. These actions are constantly denied by those in them, though sometimes they are not denied and are corroborated exactly. ...

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NOW

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pp. 54-69

Walking on the sailing quiet pillars with the red ball in the stream, I went on the floating deserted road toward the dissolving frames around me everywhere crumbling afire in the black air. I'm a scout on the quiet road into it. ...

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NEW

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pp. 69-80

Akira's lying on the black air of dawn. Being in the crowd that is curled on the sidewalk is on the rose line of dawn where there's no perception. Ever. The chest gel is bared as a glowing worm in the crowd set in the man flat whose limbs are stretched, or rather not themselves but hanging out floating from him in the rose air. ...

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Appendix: The Sky of Text

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pp. 81-95

The hump (Akira) floating on the waves of the night curled legless is identifiable in the fiery horizon, hanging visible in it. It has no existence except its repetition. The flying whorl ruffling in the night is a steel banded legless which comes to her and comes in her arms. ...