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Fig.1) Hamlet at The Begining

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Cock said, Gather all thee interns, free experience is upon us swiftly and it can not last. Suits and games she SD arm in arm Lightly made upon this grass the ur signs should be tall and proud. You should be goodly with denim t...

Dance again now, After drunk, broken, and hat, hat is much cleaned. Collect and save and be true for your work is free. Then Cock said, Collect and save and be true for your work is to the gentle homage of culture and the office of its Director. So go now, Go and be lunched on the last of these crusts and rinds, and hush.

Just wait says Cock, The morning syrup is the dew that runs down my legs length. It's from the femur to my shoe. I’m wearing it now like a gown and I'm out here with this Volkwagen. The Escorts, and the LeCars, It’s not like they were invented to the VanHalen today, It’s more like one of these cars is playing up, playing like Panama is really punk. But my legs hurt and my dad is the scariest mother fucker on earth.

Cock said, Bait and switch...

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Tonight is old. It's wett but current and bored. I'm watching nothing but stars in the often sky that happen... do... tonight is lame like old, young like song, even as blue... Equal after the sun, noon or scripted yellow you are to me... A we (as sound)

Songlet is Best

fig.0231) FizzGraf MT. "Magical, like a chorus of like minded souls in a froth of cotton fumes." Over fake doors, under refurbished ladders, gypsum board and bent yellow pipes offering us an unmade bed and a stained window. Our one chance at tomorrow. Magnetic guts from at least a thousand cassettes are strewn across the room. Hee-Haw style, fancy dress shoes cling to the floor like it's '86 all over again. Hee-Haw, goes the sound. Hee-Haw, we're closer then we were. Hee-Haw, it's hilarious. Listening for trains, leaning out over the rails like two people with no time at all. Better maps, that's what we need. We could use a melody for singing with this chorus; in whose curious presence more patients wait to be found. With hands over our heads, someone passes by and asks, "gender?" There's stars in this sweet tooth of mine and some atoms left from the sky, Tonight the whole angle of heaven sleeps without light. Ordering its coffee darkest, t

Whiskers, chanting, "swap me, swap me!"

Fig.32) Aging poorly We're just together, taking ourselves for a tidy sum of walk and now our toes are wet and cool in the Lak, beside a cool stone that could drive a modernist to their flint. There's a listening experience that feels prepared, "our's for now, ours it says! Here's the hammer and it's wrapped in its own design already. A union in time-space, this card is our greetings, our massive, our very patience is reflected in this resolve." Suddenly, there's a cut away and she's wearing the pants that I've made for her, slow blue like painted smoke . I'm thinking about her hunched over the kitchen table, something that's stuck. There's a carving knife in her hand but from here, it's the same as an old spoon. From here my computer is sitting on my guilty seat, I'm thinking about champagne and comparing it to a thick wad bees and wondering whats in it for me? It's an anxious season, filled with not enough of anythin

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