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fig.1) Reluctance of the kind elector fig. 2) Farmer's wife Cutting knife Mmmm ickey mice All the cradles rage, an open door feels all alone beside a house where no one's home - From April's streaking meth habit.

assembling my review Her purple and green eye's are bolted to the marble head on the shelf up above the stove. The yellow foam in her brown chair smells like the cat's stomach. Ruby's singing mad singing like she's gone home drunk, Everyone likes the soup and Everyone's in the shower she'll Close the flat glass door and Turn on all the weather   She lives in the Brooklyn with a man that knows her guy. Once it happened she was in love, Oh sentimental me. Nobody does it better, she say's to the tall floating whistle of steam in the dripping black window. Her house is blue. It's a little bit like a cold vein or a jagged crook of stream in a winding country novel. Ruby likes to think that she knows all of the winding words in that heavy book but all she gets are the pictures and maybe the place in the map. The scale is under the sink. She sets it on the table with a plate of small carrots and warm hummus. At nine she exchanges ...

CC Beck, absent the cause Open and then thwart the same as Solomon Heracles Atlas Zeus Achilles and Mercury Oh the speed with which this happens is Location Location Location and again This goofy pillar of zen is a rose drawn on craft paper in a heavy book. I thought of this thing looking back at me like history looks back from under the rug. Look at me you bastard. Look at me. But it's only a balloon that needs to be red, I don't have a crayon or chalk. Do you... I would carry a pen in my bag and that day I made it work. Just to be sure, to be sure it was done and done old.