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2000-02-14 10:36:42

ravings II

some people come you know and with and when and where and who what klimb klinefelter's and what's up with that x chromosome, baby birds view greed often finds already washed into dead phosphorylated unsaturated hydrocarbons and jinkies jinkies? jinkies and i wonder what the she was thinking she is thinking and will think and will do warped past and future but the present is always that thing of which grams of fat can discover howlong? slide. latin is a language. plumbum. Pb austere sinister rectum canada is many things but dogs may not fly in light of all that was discovered by will pure adulterated red pencils scribble newman projections and in my head they never stop spinning now matters lkdsme iasd f;as Yes.

and the western convolutions exit quickly navy blue military covers run between keys and clefs of solid black raceways kill man eat drink sleep think feel sex known fret death birth scrolls of lost highways in found hills over dales and under hills welcome to the maison d'être we hope you enjoy krill and filters to keep the light from getting under your skin or above your eyes shining like stars and reading papers of dyslexic order. ?-? whenever did... like those or me and her and it which is nothing but it or perhaps when. don't forget about the places you don't remember and trees will never scream if we don't throw bananas at them lick boots of sugar and dirt mixed into a gun never again is what you swore but i yes maybe no definitely possibly red red red like a head head head in your shed lead bed arrhythmic and cardiac into fields of (li)ce où se trouve tout ce qui sont inutile mais english limes combat scurvy in places where your sweat is likely to outweigh your rational thoughts of infinity and home. don't wait for me because i won't wait for the sun who never comes at least not at noon or maybe lint is really Lent sackcloths ashes dust art skulls and venerable old belle-dames and sleazy bricks of questionable mortar slapped and slopped and slurped into an indeterminate system of ordered chaos? if that's what you want, learn to lie. where the rodents have tails of gold, you'll find me.

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