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it's me
it's me daddy-o!

clap hands to knees and the soles of feet or whatever
cut those cataracts off yr. eyes
(they'll find others don't be concerned)

use those until-recently-wasted-pasty arms
and push yr self to
a standing position
a formidable position

oh, they're still running over to you
oh, the clouds are still running over you

but they're light as to hardly feel...
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god... what time is...?
mmm.... my eyes...
my eyes must be faulty or else
the light or...

yesterday i step up to the counter to bag a load of groceries and to review this is to witness a zoned out scene of flourescence and mauve...

that is that i am acting up mechanical the more curious and active set of eyes, arms, legs, hooked to...
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Ram Dass will come to town next year and i will be there for looks like continental plates and hand holding the(the struck one)

the quiet ride home...

"i love the people"
or
"the people i love"

two larger segment of rind from something very much the color of jubilant fruit...
likesay,

"i love the people i love"

and here again is a vanillia fact...
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shhh, i swear at this moment the bar itself conceived her, that... she with the fevered calls.

out of a mug of chunky glass she drinks but, how do you say, the beers poured all wrong and has a crushing amount of head to it.

ah, she plays past and sinks herself so that above that rounded pane and agitated film there are only two...
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the valley out of samsara carries the backlit lithographs of: dreams...dreams...dreams...

my friends and i, all the closer ones anyway are gathered strategically on the thin roof of a cavern or worse, a temple built into the side of a hill.

my view is horizontal and i then see the earthmover, paleo-moderno on the horizon, this sort of success? (if it succeeds) an undertaking of...
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those tickets in yr. pocket,careful, dont tear them last thing we need is them, those ticket torn and mostly useless

while i have you here, "by the sleeve" as they say i really meant to bring something up... that is, that i'm sitting drinking, scheming or whatever last nite but quiet so that i would notice something... and i do notice nothing more...
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ah, sigh...uh psychic you said?

yeah, had a strange knack for judging the notions of an entire room. thought maybe to expand upon that would make a real kinda control we could all embrace.

ah... surface tension?

that does sorta seem to fit the bill, huh.
like uh can I say dancing and you know what i mean does that sort of mindless action hit...
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