when the crew vehicle rolls a slow bouncer
to the linden tree too smooth to eat i listen to my cohort of apples oranges and pears and wake up exhausted in the land of no sleep it was so exciting to slumber in the sudden wet pool i can describe exactly or else forget because i'll again slather one two or three percent of her cashmere cheek so i eat some of the crew vehicle before the bottom of the sea comes to eat it grinding the proteins of history into one atom you grind up like charlie chaplin there's an empty place on market street where i used to ask for my locked up dreams i imagine the naked woman there laughs till my eyes crack open and bleed she reminds me it's too rainy to go hungry too rainy to remember my friends is it dinner time or september i'll go outside to see if my dogs arrived with drops of water from the burrow of names and bellow
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