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"Hey Garland, I dig your ***** coat. I'll trade you a domino this size, mothball-scented." |
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The woman silk nude tie painting his chest |
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One celluloid stay exposed through his nibbled collar |
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Feet speckled the sidewalk, faces gurgled through windows, passing cars gum rubber streaks |
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Neon plants swim like green ******* to a deep rhythm of blues |
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Red thyroid sunsets, flame in speckled chemistry |
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Pipes run off dark tubes, erase into marks that pour the dye of darkness |
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Crystal comes together as silent as ink |
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"I don't think I could let it go. I got it at the religious scene" |
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Teeth let go tobacco juice, an oiled balloon, brown eye in an egg white, black tar bubbles and stripes |
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A straw hat squeaked on the brim of a feather |
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Newsprint thumbed through nicotine fingers |
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A dark olive was turned on, its small pulp speaker burst into a scream |
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One large tomato was immediately peeled, skin red |
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It bled into a red "O" and smacked behind accepted fangs |
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Quick eyebrows danced cutely above a mole |
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The bridge held a large gold pair of spectacles |
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The front was smooth |
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It gradually gathered and wrinkled at the holes |
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A dark wooden moustache deposited below, above Chinese red varnished lips, that dented slightly into the evening |
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"It's gotten quite cold. I've decided I can't sell you my coat." |
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Honking, the wind puffed into the clumps above the lattice rows |
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And out looked Panatella, naked and not ashamed, without no clothes |
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Wiggle Pig went snout-first into a tree |
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The rubber turkey was gobbled up by the night's dark rubber mouth, and a white phosphorous raindrop dropped in the sky |
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Hot silhouettes in a convertible gave this applause |
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And several white porcelain trays were rolled in by bumblebees, their wings arranged with pictures out of the past |
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And the rainbow baboon gobbled fifteen fish eyes with each spoon |
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Pockets was caught at window level |
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Approaching the fractured glass, dripping in light, he spoke: |
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"I've just looked at myself, and from here to there it ain't far enough, but from here to here it's too short." |
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"And circles don't fly, they float." |
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Pena exclaimed and went on to say: |
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"Sun sure did shine this year. Who'd you look like underneath?" |
