Rauan near the border trying to stop, no, I’m the border of Rauan, rundown Rauan who hasn’t been updated, surreal and awful Rauan full of purples and blues, moving away to Cornish, not for the benefit of hope, for the benefit of revival, Rauan as a dead language, we were travelling to a place called His before called away to Jury Duty, a few yards into the border we reach the town of Lynn, neighboring Liploose, at this point I’m considering giving up, we keep driving south but can’t get past the town of Morrow, I shouldn’t have called Rauan a cock deathmaster, I delete Rauan and he agrees to counseling, meets with a raccoon called Exterminator, this process is called psychic intertextuality,
for the user, Rauan has many meanings, for the stylish he’s an allusion to the mandrake, hipsters name their death erections after him, Rauan as an image that only makes sense in the dark of borderline knowledge, as a user, Rauan derives meaning for my benefit, my notion that he’s a code to be cracked into usable quotes for the benefit of the middle classes, as a user, he fits into a final form to comprehend the allusions of a poet, though generally he simply refers to the users who use his name as a theory to be alluded to in a future text,
