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i hit it on the way out, gravity pulling it down
it might break - no chance
your spinning cross, you hit it with your tennis shoe
absolute, you look green today, common people
pumping gas at the gas station on the corner, a notch in your bolt

think, getting you to think, destroy the device

I don't know it is set to go and you add so much
moving beyond simple a smiling face
cross your fingers

in the beginning - much slower - the time of our fathers
an insecure  something- waiting - not gotten their due
have you paid your dues?

great ghosts - participation - sophisticated
spoken words - Hollywood
standing in line at the car rental
bleeding into my shoes

the retinal - involved cerebral
the tide - god save - immediacy
gestalt - 15 seconds - confront
moving away - forcing yourself
Santa Monica fish

burning down the house
putting glass on it
for the light - text bill and socks
text silver eye - gone
China
the kitchen - wonderful
more text
the representatives of my bedroom
schedule a tour
take down a number

fish boxes
I have seen the piece
I know it
yes, a great piece
not seen for hours
or yours
lick the common life
lick the sweat off
vile and again absorbed
direct chat with the fire
knowing that life gets out
whiskey business
vile sheen
sunshine


sing with a solo wit
a tribute
hidden too long
for you
much larger
leaping
reaching
political and social effect
tie your shoes and wipe your nose