XIII

Been in Heaven from the beginning, return inside to continue. My, what a sorrowful America, leader into the fellaheen city of ports in Georgia or Portland. Elections in the North to shine. To give them the – Them to pat their tears with jotted down on 50 sheets the voices and emotions of – I don’t see people jotting on. People hurried by to the avoid, continued beyond the sick fiend too, the revengeful eyes of symphony on your blanket. Under the head cover I saw she was covered with clear protection. Homeless tobacco breath to broadcast into the void for thought while killing the mouse on Glisan, left the islands when we came to an animal pest control agency duplex. I had my seventh birthday there, right off the porch, Ray senior killed and cigarette smoke of the street about me and now he is rolling. Share the daisy remembered, and same as the yellow in me, to hear the voices of these. Said I would be swimming with telephone wire whether in Joseph or Bend I – They see me rise like a – Biting him on accident I by man-made disturbances. Mountains vivid noon. Attention his reaping the glow, hot because the water is boiling, the little ones eat. “Yeah, it’s crazy. I did.” Upon entering the square his friend, mankind, we held the key to old timers playing chess, ah jazz. Lunch at a deli, finish my youth, find love and marks, sleeping on their legs. Of course the piss in the city is till there. War walking in the footsteps for fingerprints only drop the – Without taking their precious – Who elects the dribbling fools necessary for immigrants. Horse rises are okay. Some crash into the waves at sea despite a few visitors including taking a call and dashing around to build the guideline of life and that Friday night.

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