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Sep 2018
Who were clothed,        w/ that which the women also,
& foolish things;   A naked woman; As for that night,
                                       the mother of the girl came up
to meet in the Red Sea; A Regular physical donkey
is good; but he was not able to bear the Heat
from the feet of the white queen;
but the queen died;                  In her old snooch grows
the best fruits
in the dark;             The boy thought; The green manure of American
Jesus,                    Yet this beauty is not the poetic, & has chosen
him out of the circle of the reported channels;
and given her a great crown;
To prepare for you           in color by the city of hell is more difficult;
& contamination
                  of the conflict was mixed
                              w/ her sister's metaphysical                   admixture;
As the poet says, from the woman,           in her *****, & of the word;
to sea; But a large ****** 1 in order that our message
is the antioxidants of the Giants' waste;
         The name of the curtains
of hair;        producing six kids,
1,                                                       he can be sure that the fire is
The old is better for us to the door;
        The girls play to life in a day;
The moon is a call center throwing
away the books &
                        Medusa left the crag of rocks & stones;
thy people:      & walk ye in those few words,
they were there
Two kid in pieces;                      of the hole,
                                             & two of every sort;
to paint a lot of colors is to use the child
to feel safe & loving;
Brown;          they indeed are from the higher ground,
of cancer they were full of football;    Writing for a long time;
away from her good mother,      the lady is a very good writer;
a friend of the girl who in the form of a kiss,
He keeps wet flies
filled French speaking [Russian Virgins] in the invisible window;
dog brains smoking the second prophecy to be perfect
&             there is nowhere 1 & a glass which have not
is a secret which is willing to live honestly;            Verily, verily,
1 say unto the blind man,                       a revolution in the fields
of Musick,          ye people of modern times
have been sent him;
Then again,         a lot of guys really read the story,           eating;
And the sister thing by prayer and stripper club;              1 finger
 and heard pressed on a dog,
into the house of; What
you waiting for? As far as the wall, against the wall;
as far as strippers; The free tour will be carrying out
their rich in a dream; instead brought him which is a bit
of that, the daughter of the feet;
The Yellow Monkey;
The price is similar to the Sixth International run;
The school district, a married woman
from the land of the gods,
the prophet gave birth;                u smell - Alchemy centrifuges'
having Air Force born of the weak hands;                    watching
the original cops,                 but her ******* are in New Bedford;
Cool painting; In the setting of the tongues falling off the trees,
& walls;                                  they were unfamiliar w/ the robot's ****
                                                as far as the conversion of fat
                                                & thereof shall be a friend
of a high-spirited and vice versa;                 The science of Einstein's
Park mom sunny; Top Magic,                                   1 began drinking,
the museum's Bettie;                                 Because they injure no one
more than the finger of a very stupidly:      
This would be the angel of the board  
he had in the wilderness; quite unchanged;
1 attest                                                 to  was once a flickering flame
of joy;                                         the data showing mainstream voices;
A TIME gun built to show life's Fragrance & Force
Johnny  Noiπ
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