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Upon glancing in the interim and all the twixt between the teens can bet that there's a sloppy regret in masturbation and spin needling the clean wish washing daydreams round all fantasies and menageries.

It's a plexiglass thing you see, clear scratches and turpentine, mufflettas and orange things, rice pineapples and papaya rings. Add dashes of ecstasy, full blown resistancy, the ability to say no, and gleam the cube whenever need be.

Awful is awesome and butchers know blood, a moth in the fire is a moth with the wood. I RAPED THE CAT IN THE HAT, and I weep knowing that cat will grow fat. Fat with my future, fat with my kids, I wonder where his crystal is. Does he even have one? One ball that tells all, fortune, fame, and the fall? If we find it we'll know but until then we have to look high and look low, question everything but bask in the glow of trash and despondency, clamor and rain.

Think of me when you think of garlic and gristle, ham hocks and hammering, dust in the cracks and cheeks filled with spittle. Stink ocean bath cholera, wrestle night lashed jellyfish with your eyes deep down in clear water near cliffs rising high. Little medusa's with minds all their own, their time in their puzzles, soft currents in thrones. Open doorways to sequin laden straw bails and hay crawling ferociously to make their own way out of the barn the door you left open to writhe in the mouths of the horses that neigh, that never say, "why?"