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Anthony Miler An old man went and got an ice cold shake. No, regular right bow in he shed op un dium . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .( . .( . . . (. . . (. . ..) ) ate stars and dust. A dog with a canoe in it. SPIDER . . . - An Old man went and got an ice cold shake. And Old man went and got an ice cold shake. An old man tried to pick my pocket. An old man got a barrel. An old man tried to pick my pocket. An old man had a barbecue. leaf long lear music. Try . . I . . . had a barbecue. An old man had a leaf in his fingers, an old man had an ear in my pocket. . . one set the table, one set the ice, but never cleaned it. . . , give it st.ripe, and run, like a dog curl in g its toungue, dipping in water. . .
Text, when he wrote text: Ak;sk;sse; olomand; dowk; dien; Had to construct my room surroundings quickly out of the corner of my vision, through the saxophone, constructed one, momentary diversion. Uus and Tthem… Stairway. This must lead to something. “I am struck by the animal nature of everything here. It is all violence an d sexual. Basic, primitive, new, habit” What makes more sense than to investigate a new-primitive at this point? Everyone, endlessly wrapped in self, endlessly begging for the dealer’s last deal, the end.
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