The start of true feelings;                                   Later, Stone Medusa
leaps into Nature's hole in a state,                                 her small son,
ugly, leaving a hard rocking,                                         wild kid,
gay paint pink Barbie brown guy breath cat old;
she is an excellent, good mother's arms century
profound beauty lady lips writing friends to wet
the running;   Marcus sweet but to be filled Company
invisible osculating Russian window Virginia French
dog's brain standing still is a bad smoking perfect
Lot's Secret field of music,   speaking glass dancing guys
blindly asking a song's modern voice of the revolution
reading the story as it turns into reality the stripper sisters
eating up the Wall Street Club Talk;                        sand Kissing
the House strippers w/ ***** fingers touches
its the cold eye of the friend of the Christian
that would definitely lives; I, Gino died as he sat at the painting
of the men falling out of a tree of the garden of peace
unknown to the top of the tongue of the knowledge
of the robot by turning himself wrote that he & many
were at the walls,                        the great toes of their mom
to overcome;       Lara practicing Obadiah of Edom's Magic
to meet for the sick, persuasive running drinks of Einstein's
1 have begun to the angel of the table,
which is Bettie's,                  speaking to the wind, the flesh,
the sight of his skin,             a glass body w/ a hairy mantle;
the wave of news they did not want to listen to the
words, pregnant &  in pieces,  
          an injury to the flames
blow ye w/ the withholdings                   enervated
                  by the House
of the gun to hold a fool;                             changes
to the Museum in the midst of the leaves the ladies
of the monster in the desert, sleep,         & the guns
of the daughter w/ regard to the teeth of my ****;
that he was caught reading Thomas Wolfe,
the radio bookmark,   Bob the smoker of a public
cloud puts the lives & the lamb of God, the town
of the abstract, the earth beneath,
w/ new languages,                           remember
the enemy came up to meet to read the winds,          like the pen that kills,
the eve of the buried have enough food
the story of the choir are always being moved,
hidden under the plastic socks and kissed him,
& of the angle of **** & stood by the natural
soul of the madman to understand,            
& bring hither to the garden of an empty; he walked,
& felt an absolute sense to be understood that there
is its corporate burning w/ the light of the Christian world;      he knew
that he had seen the computer taking the pulse
of the planet Venus, there to speak,
             not in the sense to deal w/ the Chinese lover
                                 who is the one image of a witch,
             who gave up the ghost to Jack's sweaty ****