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Aug 19 3:15/lc Can't cantabout to turn the lights off when B writes from Vegas
with blind faith in the muck no patience even for that you wonder has
he gone Buddhist maybe sunstroke the cats crazed by moths over goes the
phone pick it up it rings: A: I am going to run a warm bath and slit my
wrists O wonderful it may be the kid he's dead serious in that department
everything from the eyes down tired weeks of poets sleeping in the other
room at least in the states you had a car tomorrow Toyen she and Sands
purposeful don't forget that forget the rest take a bath leave the wrists
intact Okay Say instead of instead of: As Being |
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