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He's always flyingin his dreams and landson cruise ships or hoversover Atlanta with an erection.
He put me to bed and the drugs
wore off and I woketo cannibals at my extremities.I woke with a sense
of what nails in the palmsmight do to a spirittemporarily confined to flesh.That too was an accidentif you believe Judasmerely wanted to be loved.To be loved by God,Urban the 8thhad heads cut offthat were inadequatelybowed by dogma. To be lovedby Blondie, Dagwood
gets nothing rightexcept the hallucinogenicarchitecture of sandwiches.He would have drilledthrough a finger toowhile making a case for bookson home repair and health.Drilling through my finger'snot the dumbest thingI've done. Second placewas approachinga frozen gas-cap with lighter
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