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times nu roman

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times nu roman

� � � � � � � d-d-dada do
� � � � � � �d-do-u Et tu �?

FLEcked with foam about the kiss

and mouth the title is working but the

artist he is not.

a delicate pink
exercise in going
nowhere fast w/ fists.

best to force it til it fits.

no
i dun wan' yer quid, kid,

well to hell w
ith you too lad �.

shock white eyes storming snow bluffs of bones
a sheaf of dead-men's accents caught my throat .

well to hell with you too man.

short pants walkabout

in long pants like the tongue
between yer lips! OH
its all just nonsense! dadada
no worries mate

peek or pique my interest , dead of head
the perfume falls
from and/on the flesh
whence it was rendered ,
- but say mister its still just piss mister!

heathen ideals! � vile contraptions!
incoherent estuary to coherence!
yer maw defiles the language!

do you young fellows follow
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �?

Fatalistic Deficiencies!
i think , perhaps, that

i shall grow t
o become
more ornate in thinking
and more obsolete in practice.

huzzah!the sun smiles unassuming with hatchet hands !