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Cause I've heard so much about it It's said you can't live without it --Chrissie Hynde They are said to be in the book, but there is no book. One might paint the entire world, and in any manner one wished. It is almost as if one might write the entire world, too. What do you want, strange man? from where all arts and all stories came between grey lines on a gray page Viva las revoluciones! Now the zone that files you somewhere every diet pill you took They are sad to be but there is One might point to and tire of The man was whisked away almost as if retreating from here all art and all memory every direct take you took spine scrunched in mattress Money on the sacred wheel of fortune. tyranny as being the man of pen There are questions from the radar. to convey, translate, transfer colonize the writer's fairness On behalf of the search committee good fortune in your career to use the gun to kill the Imperialism filtered somewhere and dictated towards (which is a human being) A young man's five minute walk A gentle piece of reaching. The gentle takes their reasons. a gentle piece of machinery A sense of entitlement if you always check the red and white service Anytime. Anywhere. HERE tenth pouch of hell A friend in the market is better than your mind is filled by new ideas Human selfishness and self-centeredness light stuff like eggs and potato salad The menu was covered with liver and tongue please join us to . . . against that tyranny as being the man Wishes really do come true innumerable phenomena enter There are questions from the reader filled in with new ideas popcorn Levinas was devoted to his work tenth punch of the bell One two three four five six rolls of your madness momentarily slipped away Which was extraordinarily unwieldly A friend in the target is better than chalk your mind is somewhere else minds are mingling and tingling Swollen twice its normal to be in the book Last Songs Adonoi Elohaynu in english in real-estate There is also a lawnmower retired with dignity, actually beside the pickup truck your mind is chilled More than a custodian having a lucid moment you held up the stagecoach in the rain to be an honest narrator by refraining Dress for the tableau in pure and delicate No, I think I can get a job. transform passersby into shadows no bad side effects following my return from Mexico like any genetically altered human In fact, there is no window either, but only shape. a gentle piece of memory the if the both worked themselves to death at an early Do you lick the paper? Did you once upon a time lick? Now is wandering man's wife a poet and colleague of mine What day is the day of return? the very reality of the society's one-sided judge- mental approach A beggar is considered a stigma on the face to be born helpless or was later robbed of his equal the loyal group turned against the master dictated towards decisions New ways to improve the techniques of writing a small window not far from the restrooms raw populism (like raw onion) a refuse in adversity Now I see what kind of danger you give up "Well," she said after exhaling, "something else." When the moon is in the seventh house and Jupiter aligned with Mars This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius On the laundromat radio "But tonight is different," she pushed on. Who socked Madonna? the three-dimensional arrangement of emotion in langauge A traffic island I know when you are not being honest with nice typo Black and orange on a buff background. listening to St. John's wort "we will not be defined by our temperature" camera ready? No, I think I can transform passersby into psychological processes Once man's aspirations bed money disappear completely perish time peace will guide the planets No one has been able to prove it. No one has been able to prove it. A little piece of machinery Raw populace like rare bunion or rough pumice? In moving slow he has no peer. he says he's a space alien alright, that's enough, no more kisses. Henry Kissinger is one evil son of a bitch. No one can understand what I'm talking about. "slime nose & green lip" Henry Kissinger is an evil |