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Allthewhile bombs immortalise everywhere but here.
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Everyday bombs bombarded the Mousetrap Theatre but never hereatre.
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The bombs they bombeth everyday, but I'm okay.
Big Gazrilo Princep Bang weltgeschichtlich pinup modcon slave to my suprachiasmatic nucleus living l'appel du vide in comfort fatarse sitrep tragicecstatic bluff transparent as an exhibition- ist pharaoh mummified in cling- film hokeycokeying the keys till my right hand's in court & my leftover hand doesn't count tallies of tall realities like BasquiAT-ATs or Daliphants skittled by Tippex the inner crickets' tip- ple ghost grawlixes sculpsit grazes 00Q's qwerty spype no carmen triumphale of poetical toothbrushes gets free from chelseasmiled singularity inadequake scree of me.
But bombs being dropped is not the only way this 40-yr-old 5'6 din of reverie will stop.