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Nov. 27., 2007 | 09:49 am

poem about being glad not being an architect
[the whole city like vomit across the plain
now we know it's: Bukowsky]

well, most of it
although, by far, it's not the shortest of straws we've pulled
this As if
where the closeness reverberates
and blackened Jugend with Hitler - elected young father
won't invite much of a future either
the cozy new late
garage details of Latvia chevrolet rainbow palaceland

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