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   Nick's son in the sterile booby-hatch/easy snow computing cat shit
is worst the crap notches into the direct hair I can't eat it U.S. scientists lost on Mars I can't think of the smell losing the Hiroshima stares on June 19th, 1987 I don't want the smell vote yes in the type
"ET" position I eat shit orbits around the double nothing landfill I squish it smile bright and big for the total cash I need it the Goddess
keeps it safe for God cat shit is the worst sensory explosions interrupted the reconstruction of logical Lazarus's lunch I want to bathe in it no present now to wash your tape recorder gleam I shit
clap for the psychotic multiple-mind dispensers cat shit in my sandwich these nonconforming memories enslave the product/orange juice not of lunch black bombs in the Egyptian washing machines on Wabash Avenue cats pad in it robot popes still consume gloomy satin-angels sit and ponder nobody louder than the fat missionary leaping over the L>A> season peace on earth sand astonishment I sit and shit your life pauses in the lowest human aura penetration I shit like a cat I was a human schizophrenic pig-ass in the Tibetan Nostalgia Bank my cat shits in my mouth the energy-spiders re-write the soft machines of God-naked/ugly clothes the cat smiles I'm driving the pimple-people mad with my free choice liver
pumpers cat shit is the worst....make my grave less mellow!

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