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Shape fruit the tulip of bourgeois armory, the time wasting of traffic lights, the downtown robotic frollicking, the huge tongue of springtime. Celtic warriors skulk the outside of the house, faces tribal-marked with soot. Going to be a hot time in Gemany tonight! let loose the elbows and knees. The sky of ice and it cracks cracks shatters. striped zebras wearing humans as necklaces gonna be a cold night in America! Let loose the pygmies, the giants, no time for shamrocks and grandma, the youth are taking to the streets

rooftops ablaze with history. sugar furnace the robotic man-child in his pyjama'd dreams
blue tentacles storm
squeeze the throats of the very living. Squirmy, wormy, end of day mess & the love juice dripping from the elbows of these people. wary. animalistic silent footsteps in the forest. sun busting through the overgrowth. revolution kissing the cheeks. following the heart of the mothers. ripples on a lake. green velvet glove on an aboriginal wall. this bubbling, these small poppings, this doorway of downtown gaudy squalor. morntime. a bird. a small bird. africa.





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