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Becoming Nothing / Nothing Becomes Me / A Battle Cry
It's way too late to become
any thing.
Guess I had a chance & blew it,
I
suppose.
Imagine what they think when
one
proclaims that
one
is
No Thing,
(or nothing, as it occurs).
Oh,you verdant Florida
crepuscule, you.
pleas bless this thing
of
no
with silly'ass Paradise
aspirations,
come from
the bloody
swords
of conquistadors,
lookin'for lost Youth, as
follied as it
sounds
(Stupid white men killing for God.)
Missionary position everybody!
Uno !
Dos !
Tres !
Quatro !!!!
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