( aka --  San Andreas )

But really

                                   It wasn't his Fault

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the little bit of hormone is all YE need

To write ***** poetry for the world

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all the wisdom

the CARDS

The DIVINATION

The Kaballah

The Tao

The I - Ching

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( wasted --- thrown away )

We are truly broken

We are beasts

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The night howls

( really )

ALL of nature is crying for MAN to appear !

We hear nothing

We are simply waiting to feel

juices stirring

( all that is real )

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Stupid creatures who can read and write

Words that don't say anything

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I love you

( so trite ! )

When true love comes it is not seen

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The true lovers pass by unknown

For they do not play your games at all

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