Away, away, away
Goulet
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off my rocker and glorious and home and out and about and going going ogin going never gone good length of life and picket fence maturnity ward killing machines lining up to walk teh blocks upon blocks of concrete and road and lightpoles and other faces staring eyes into eyes and lips into lips and into the arms of green trees and wheat fields and into the dirty country out of the dirty city and back again into teh slums and bums and ghettos and cigarette butts and drug-user veins and bruised elbow jaw bones linked inside the hemisphere trying to make sense out of the no table no drawer kitchen cabnitry and lubricated floors on which slippiong is easy and fine because courtrooms are easy and fine and dandy-lions are easy and fine and everything else is easy and fine all in the sun buring up or warm or both or in the moon burnign up or warm or both and judging from the extension cord in your foot I'd say you stayed away more then long enough and I'd say you thought you knew what ever it was you wanted and your power surgers are strong and mighty like the strong and mighty Rocky Mountains or the strong and mighty 'merican Voter or the strong and mighty bake sale down teh street that raises money for everything that you tend to think about, yes?
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