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is and was post 694 crab walking in the garden im going back in to find where it is I left it


then at the fences shout crows can for crow band in the crow camp of crow cramps crows


man then they go bambam so good i kissed my cat twise wice for mice eyes in mouse trap


the three flames they go ball black they go blasted facts for fiction and friction for revelation


what is this paper made of manuscrfipt flip the lid closed circuit open circus for the thumb


print in the sand who knows who who did it first all i know is it was different everytime and


also still the same we walk on the beaches of the sand to find time sucks bible verses just


waiting for to read them in the bible belt another sigil carved into the leather strap slaps


the back for the belly jelly beans swimming feets for fleets of traveling hobgoblins sickly


at the withdrawn thought of the gypsy mall in the pregnant bathroom for a demon child


needs to eat the spoon twisted metal found it and could't again remember if i tried to say


it three times the black flames ignite scratch the paint it is a portrait of triangulation in a


wall flower say it three times faster years go by sand go dry diamonds sparkling distances


of light dancing in the street humbling the seats feeling the sleet where is the best bench to


sleep on that is a dream where is the star of the statue of liberty that is a pyramid on the


shelf peacock tailed knives laid out did not save a one of them for to open a lettre red for to


bask, in the basket, dog food, in the dog food, milk bones, in the milk bones, more bones at


the vast expanse of the nothingness empty out the trolls i think milky wilkie silkie made a


bong ripper out of that one too i cant remember everything he does he collects a lot of stuff


have you ever seen a meat stone have you ever pulled the veil off of the broken board, I've


never snapped once like he did, and he did it all the time, i shout it out against the grain for


mopping the shoppe rightly, it takes branches from somewhere, a razor from somewhere, a


candle from somewhere, two knives, a crystal and a skull, somewhere it was and the past


it went away from me like downstream there is a bridge and i was sweating out the tricks


standing in the forcefield walking upstairs, he laid his neck to rest on the third one, died


and I couldn't begin to remember what the fuck tapped my shoulder to tell me to go on


shot up the blue gatorade for the yellow blanket and lemon squeezed into my water path


they make seeds for that, they make glue for cats, they make snooze buttons that vibrate


they make earth shakers for boom boom makers on shoulders aching from the gold stone


breaking at the guide frothing at the mouth for an explosion and a date for a time and a


stamp that said a crown is a molding and the belly is a beast i already forgot i was post 666


thats the man who deleivers ther lettres in the book we were ritten writ wroting by pelencan

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