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an all-if-knowing child. watching Guernica die.
even in a cardboard box you smell like secret history
or even something. more fragmented.

��������SAME OLD SHIT!���������  saves idiots.

ahh this. ahhh. Well, he thinks it stolen
from his gnarled apartment. the boxing glove &
nail.
bring me a mobil oil winged horse. bring me HORSES

what catastrophic-white cancels
what skeleton riding, O! the soup can

twenty-seven doses of heroin on realfire
white paint [erasure] on tires something made entirely of thorns

something as SAMOs gouache-death hanging
on needle wire


      �2005 by Ryan Laks

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