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Hello you..... what world sammy night kite flew over the barbed wire fence. The small no large seasaw a blaze the ocean and struck it like a can of peas.The clock struck purple and the grass was cut and bleeding insects. Seventeen staplers and white walls filled the empty church. Eyeballs falling and red linen the owner of man kind trumpets in chorus hello to the old world. Dry skin and ragged clothing gravel on a uesless driveway. Finger prints marked up faces and pickles of whales that sink fleas. The shoes of the kangaroo dictionary of nails in toes and jagged ice cream singing in the darkness of the summers last sunlight.
Jump rope and dance wine winner you win so often and care for coffee and parks of head stones and stuffed freedom. Respect frankenstien and blast marshmallows from your hips while children fly upside down and do hand stands in the clouds of your nightmares. My turn arrows pointing both ways a ghoulish glimps of color and naked standing lonely by the edge of the door. Where do you find your little elf your can of worms turned upside down and let the living dead sing carole's at your birthday party in march or was it saturday of all that has meaning and all that never mind. A basement flying invisibly and candles to the gorrila will you put it on intake please? Do you see the tiny white machine that spits you awake and makes times fly fast as you forget your name and run to get hit again by the position they the owners have put above you for no other reason than cake. YOU MUST UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M SAYING!!!!!! It's not very important but more ticks are headed this way so many there are wood stains in my parlor of guilt. It's just a name dude!......

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duddle146duddle146over 17 years ago
interesting.

While the word pictures and imagery was nice ~ found this a little congested for reading.

AnonymousAnonymousover 19 years ago
Fantastic!

Overwhelming!

Unique outlook on the world with all its crazieness and beauty. How often have you been published?

I hope to read more of you in the future...

Dorothea from Germany

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