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fig.34.90) formless, without reason or will like a slow moving thing They will be without limbs, for any mercy is hoarded. They shall last be seen tumbling on, over or down this mountain's languorous side. There will be phrases, scattered words to be gathered, which will help us find context or emphasis. There are pearls and nuggets that wait, or spilled from a much handled box. For now, there's a grievance coalition, so many old hens and apple cores using our allotment of coal mine canaries. They're always wearing walking shoes to the front of the line. Where they gather for haircuts, there's blood and ointment to spare. Where they've been for a beer there is a god already on hand, waiting to hear from the roar. For the state of their fantasy is slender and their desire to claim the world they've undun is golden. Here we are, right at the edge of the path and the chowder pots just keep on talking! The bilious filth of so many of them gathered on one spot is

fig.09.90) shabby and a beaten rose In a room both broad and spare, We didn't arrive here fair or dressed for shine. We're not here to live so well. We are the nope and we roll among the coffee and those donuts that someone else brought to this meeting. Me, I'm here to smoke and I'll stand in the corner until I'm done because I can wait for what happens next.  Considering my safety net, rather than being weak, it is actually corrupt. The bureaucracy maintaining this thing has been stripped of its ability to function! It's drowned in a puddle. Nay, a dish of fantasies that were generated by radical grifters of prayer, "can I get a Holy F'n Fart!" This vital heap of king and queen, fine from sack and pillage, they're not here for this either. Did not have a thing to smoke, nor hands with which to cop a tong. "Rather not too must or shall you get a Holy F'n Fart from usly," sayeth their Stripper, both young and comely!

fig.3.83) picnic, tribual (something sexual maybe) Other things that make me wonder about springtime coming, career development and training tools, safety protocols for artists to review before renting or buying their housing, affordable housing too, access to group health insurance or ways in which someone could facilitate communication or negotiate collectively for the broader needs of our burdened community. Museums, galleries and collectors don't be us and they refuse to see us.  We get back on the bus and it makes us late. The sidewalks are wet the whole way down. We're sitting wet and the backseat is hard. Winter is harshest when its unpredictable. The sound of the bus is lost in the rain tonight but who makes our surprises? We're alone behind the driver, she's talking about the last dead person to be taken from her bus. It's late and I know you're not listening because I'm watching you. You squeeze my hand and make a joke about buying lottery