before everything,.. can y'imagine? before electric lights, before this word, .. could we imagine? how this is that without any moment to defend unbridging happiness is our ecstacy of slouch. Though, it has been, crawling, bowing, cringing Under lamp-post, Afront Tele Vision, Laughing against this American dream, WAIT!! how could of been, never- where, there was here, yet w/out with, a zero shift, possibilities save history,
Great death to all of it, except creation, and these goads, for i open up this pulltop can & allow sepia juices & answers into a plastic drain.
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