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they say nonsense is a genre
like sleep-walking in Manhattan or tickling the ivories with a feather-duster to hard rock or Slam relax with hot chocolate in a marble bath filled with green tea use the pristine soap bubbles to decorate your plastic plants they don't need watering and ice cubes only melt but pebbles in vodka on the rocks just bring quicker inebriation sweet Freudian dreams of wood-peckers flying high pouncing like rabbits on their prey pickles and other condiments on pick-nick tables in the park... giraffes tell tall tales [2008.21.4...c] For Paige
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