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that's how the machine works .. it stops.. breaking down and it's not so fun when yr in it a ferris-wheel carriage coming to a halt
a head-ache smacking you in the gob
sniffing nose bleating heart
a weird weather pulling stiff on its dogs
mooring? no not mooring moiled but the unpleasant kind a disjunctive disjointed_
ness and the 'hurt of tears' paying out their hot scalding
desire a broken puff on the dry tongue
a weird page in the southern wind
not a tripping fancy page
and the guilt that musicans make you feel provoking you with their never ceasing promisicuity a nice game to play banging on strings, keys, horns, blowers, blinkers, tom-toms day and night bin
of it never ending
metamorphosed into the car monster its nasty bright lights beaming on down
for the wander-schizo it's harder peregrinating round and round
so the question becomes how to find new lines/× to cut
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