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it's that crack jacker in the box effect. virtual potluck polemics -- with edgy loss-leader come-ons, jackpots and pit bulls. candle light vigils light the way that is, that used to be the way while it was a has been, misplaced in another state, country, now forgotten, lost, too late to continue. a call home -- the receiver drops on the floor in carnal coated police reports, first killed, mid-battle, last to know, a broken arrow. virgil replies: sorry to tellyou, we didn't know you didn't know, it goes back further than that. what's behind door number one or the curtain of fire -- a spiral bound note book. a dictionary of hate. someone is at the steering wheel saying: " I am oz, the great and powerful, oz."
speak and tell zero percent down
rackets everywhere . . . . . . . a dead crossdressed has been detained . . . . . . . there's a can of worms, but not a rescued purpose . . . . . . . building in seven stories arc lamp - showing the way with a whey-an'-curds tray . . . . . . . . I have a need note . . . . purchase a calendar of time . . . . . . share starlit vicious composition. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . are you keeping up?
to the left is the g-note spot . . . . . . . bite like a leaky acetylene tank . . . . . . the rock of gibraltar . . . . . . I ordered my personality from - "guess your data" - of the department of state's bisexual inventory of expandable smart money and greasy annuities
get ready for pension and the position checks . . . . . can you name that spot between your legs . . . . by using a floppy disk?
big bites and current ratio . . . . . . . . by using a floppy disk?
big bites and your current personal rapture in ratio . . . . . . hail hail glow worm stuff is first-class second-class third client from the sun -- 4th from the center -- last but not least -- trained dog mutants . . . . . . . speakin'-taco bell paint by numbers monochrome shame . . . . . . built up on all that nasty dirt and grime -- original monologue on the prowl in its structural bird in the clock syndrome . . . . . . in delayed rage
it's that thing again
or maybe I am wrong or irritable or inconsolable or what is it to be honest or a product of honesty -- or that thing when words fail -- an impulse -- should I trust an impulse -- should I trust my self -- can I trust the you of you -- can I trust a universal -- can I ever know if any of this is true or false or has anything to do with anything that is anything that is or was -- that stonewalled wreck keeping out the bits -- those fly-by night landings on the street -- worse could be saying something out of or -- maybe the big one or the little one -- yelling fire in a mirror -- where did it say I could say what I say -- and what does it mean I mean maybe -- maybe it was wrong -- words without a body -- maybe I don't know which way back from where I came from -- or maybe I am wrong or irritable or inconsolable or that thing when words fail.
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