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Institutions that STANK... It’s important to know a thing, first. If in time if it needs to fit inside than you’ll want to if in time if it needs to fit inside than you’ll want to - beth2BETH
Ho, so it is that when the raineth does so cometh like the wet that it is. Then the chorus will join in like it’s a hollow sunbleached shack, "Crisis, crisis, crisis of a meaningless future being spent navigating meandering networks in search of pleasure or finality." We'll all dine on warm crow soon enough, our small tables been set. The hog lagoons with their hyper-superslop will swell and sluice through the slow streets of the south. The car fuckers will roll over the tree fuckers and the blue eyed sons of Maine will grab all of the water like they're sinking turds late for the bottom.
We'll drank the warm booze and we'll watch our shows. Broken glass is like gritty champaign dust to the ears of the moderne. Our backs have slipped through the noose of this frame and our necks are just about to go too. Heave ho, here's a riveting poem. It's like a game.
She begins to explain that this is the beginning of the name for everything and then she starts to sing. "Chicago Museum Gallery Eye Handle Oddapt Oddcast Kernal Culture core UP Stray (might have to talk with TB) Gate ARTown Wavy Is/does When where WwWwhen Sweet mary and frankness Polaski Armature EnOh (early and so often blue) Gathering Urbis in horto (its latin)."
When she's finished, she tells me that this is for the bottom of the frame. "It's going to be like a pure little drama dancing underneath the exuberant bull of the picture. It's going to be like a little girl and her hand."
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