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Automatic Writing III

Mud, mud, mud

Can't cha get enuff?

Nup, tuft.

Alleviate normative

Chairtime penalties

Helper Scalper!

Oh, I drew the crucifix!

I must cruise for a fix

and machinate my auto-licks.

Guitars all bent from rotten trips

into acid bath houses of Babylon!

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andrew-wenson

American

Published: Nov 6, 2014
LinesWords: 1142

Notes: no editing of course.
Tags: #music #surrealist #chance #rot #christ #dada #civilization #aleatory

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