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TWIXT THE GAIT IS TORN TWIXT

   In all the tenses  in all my beings  in all the tension of my bliss
A YOUTHFULNESS  and tears  A MONKEY SHINES HIS TROPHY
                                                                                            and sweats
music balls into fetal orgasms of STUPID TIGHT PERFECTION!
In all the tense being of my blissful tension  I perceive a gator
                                                                                    and
                                                                not fear  a touch
A touch...the usual speech up the inside of your thigh
            ...the antic safety down the outside of your ass
            ...the state nonspeaking and the oasis of cuddles
A RauchaLoo emits its glare-filled screech!
   I sit and dream my realities. I sit. I realize the dream. I dream.
"Why does humanity make so much fuckin' noise!?"

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