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this pain poison rotting my teeth... right straight to the canal, the river bends.....
a fish of 1000 eyes...
count yr blessings with a typehead and a bowl full of sugar shit powder....
the spoon.... the water is deep black and steaming.... the iron ran on hyped-up electrical illusions....
walking through the hot slip time down grocery rockets and flowers... the shopping cart wheeling away on it's own.... stopsign can you hear me, saturn herald....
this typewriter nude with keys...
wash the teeths and pick the hays out of hairs.... i leaped through novels with picket fences on a spenser scooter, over stone throwaways....
window window....