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SURFING WITH THE H-MEN...OH! GAMMARA, KISS ME!

    All moot boom-boom if woulda.coulda.did, eh!? The ghastly wasn't so much those long, instant shadows or the gloppy cascade-sheds, daddy? Why is my skin sitting over there? With mama's half de-materialized head? The pearls are always the answer! The blue sand marches  in the stadium of screeching Memory-Death? Extra heaps of potato-yams for Karen! The worst human crime...a dollar sign and any number attached...an equal tween...and THEE life itself! We are all static-buttons! How much for that dividing cell in the window?
I stand and do nothing. Make my grave less mellow. Earth be damned...Shetay-Blau!   August 6, 1995

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