it moved slowly towards me
an old chair into pieces
in a backwater
in the center of each link
an old model but
a successful sender
a burning ring of fire
while fire engines screamed
say I already ate one
bring beer in your lotus mouth
oh lord, stuck in Lodi again
at a who window
I think I crashed Galveston
deep enough to ski on in summer
of code in ancient languages
teller of semi-truthful stories
an endless flow of written words
in the warm desert sun
still have the pants
please let me sit beside you
grew a little larger
don't worry pretty lady
the only thing she knew
beautiful fabrics into the net
Pinniochio?
without warning

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