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Jan 2013
Lets not construct anything then
and bypass analyses altogether

lets just seem to be
foam that fizzes above the Gaussian sea
momentarily
then splash back to be pure statistical chance

So I see this guy stop in front of me and smash his radio against the lamp post
earphones still dangling from his face
and I wonder if he bought it at the $1 store.
It is night time and the street is dry
perhaps it is summer.
Written by
Ben John
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