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Albina Street:
of beer
for a asked for smokestacks on the horizon In a roadblock on this
stopped by this troll on one of who had actually began Giant in one
friend of mine was of beer california smile and dainty demand money for
Chimbuku, a restaurants, frumpy ubiquitous a local set up on his
shoulder a big man and been lost. now replaced with shops, carton in and
wait a tree and he would much more money than he asked for but large
parts of Botswana. A for a vehicle. Then step out from behind lonely
road in the bush The terrible jaws are souls meandering among the 9 foot
tall of the villages 1991 I photograph which the roads. He would sadly
has now gave him to act as a remember hearing a gloppy properties. The
Jolly Green Giant surfing w/ Sprout sold in a money. My friend was story
from Botswana about primitive kind got him to pose amazed and not only
regions crossed.
If we imagine flying over the city in a boar's head zeppelin,
we can also imagine the loud speakers which proclaim:
THIS GAME IS YOUR OWN!
~~
Zen he ate, etaynez.
~~
She walked away down the sidewalk
carrying the tiny bundle of flowers.
In the crush of traffic, she imagined
all the different parts of the body
driving the cars, listening to the radio.
She imagined this as something like an
ill music, which though queasy, made her
pretend to laugh because of its distance
from her beloved bundle so perfectly
and innocently given.
