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That dream was like a skematic diagram of the back of my color television. |
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Morning becomes a clamp and continues
and there you are washing one of those paper weights with a real bee inside it in a real sink, and another, and another, and another, and... |
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all to the visible man-show-eye of your record collection,
and the screeching of a once young head full of math. It's one hundred miles an hour from the swings to the pungent ugly honey of a dead thing. |
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Lastability of skulls
Lastability of sujects |
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No one rushed the first fish to crawl
for their more modern introductions to the egg. |
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Pause: Is a bone an egg?
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The lastability of skulls
that sort of nonsense. The lastability of subjects a light- That sort of thing. |
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