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          BEFORE THE LIGHTS WENT OUT INSIDE THE SAUCER, CAPTAIN JACK ORDERED THE CLEAN PATROL TO OPEN FIRE. ON THE PYRAMIDS. AND ALL THE SCUM-DOLLOMOITS WERE PRETTY LIKE MY SISTER'S LIPSTICK. I LEAVE IT FIRM ON THE CAMEL!  the object isn't moving at all  spit on words 
                                         WATER SNAPS
 for a moment only...WHITE CARTOON NOTHINGNESS...I CRAVE. THE FINAL FINGER FLING BELLOWED.
  the nuns I could never understand  upstairs the miracle came down with tulips     SNOW WIND
THE BASIDO CLEAVED HER CHIN TO THE DEWDROP AND SMALL CHANGES WITHIN THE GENE LOTTERY ENSUED.  a house fly and course intangible winters, jelly-docks  they don't sink ships and navels
                                                                          EVERYTHING FLOATS
as martian seas grind the Lore enacted inti dust, Love and Death battle on the Plains of Miraculous History,  QUASSA NOVA!
of crushed snow, screaming immortals, a path predicted of all mankind
                                                                                         NO LONGER WEIRD
and VOIDAL ETERNITY....hitting a baseball!

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