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I see a guitar pedal, deltrin hovers, black totem, music, fuzz, and roll, pur-cussion with another, stagey, please give me sound like I want, I'll walk the streets of Oakland, darken skies, my shaved hair off, ha! no more hair, fin jith it, , but truthfuly well... fishes arent that fair nor should be subjects for a song, however, I'm not quite blind nor bare and'll surely spare you a dime to buy some lemonade and drown in wine. And yet my mind is full of shit, just full of stuff I wouldn't miss, it's full of gobblets, full of glassed people saying nothing, it's full of animals like mooses, though deltrain guards me, coolest god, with walnut creek his mecca, and Deltrain's prophet's I and so is Brennan Byrnes, a joyful irishman like Joyce, I see connections everywhere, and everything makes sense, but doesn't etc... i Step inside a classroom DVC, a nice professor, anthropology made thrilling, remember looking for a bathroom, bike-parking, yellow walls, a class erik burstein, let's discuss, cool fellow, he's intellectual, not boring either, good conversations might just go ways towards giving me a spare and laughs, mushrooms and green grass, and tori, her unshaved disheveled, me lost confused turn towards julian, but sensing his confusion also, the sky's still blue, the trees still tremble, green grass, I'm peaceful seeing old emily play games for may, I'm down to buy a kite and fly it in the plains behind your place, and then we'll the river, be it tomorrow or today, I want to stay with you, but I'd rather pray to Deltrin, wait, but where are we today, where do we ever be today of days, where would I be if there wasn't me?, Dayf Deltrin, Calvin smiddle name, a tiger in a blouse is dancing cha-cha-cha and singing us a song of bliss and melancholy goshburn, my eylids clasp behind the sun, my knees are being briskly smothered in your mother's strawberry preservees, tha cans are filled to top with oliy heathen subtance, I'm walkin out the door, won't ever be here any\more, my lost and living antnail is shrooming out his song-head and watching me go by, I smile, the roaring mountain slowly coming towards me, I'm living through the ages, I'm a s blue as seas of Abysannia, as Marc once said, hurrah, I'm dead, the horses pass the pastures, go to cities and get some buseness, screw the stream, I'm clear cut for the american dream, let's go to vegas, buy some money, honey, we'll fly a plane and go insane throughout old age, when we'll be sitting on by the shining seas, and murmuring disgrunently, in florida we'll find our rest, our past remains in photographs and graphs, my glasses tingle on my nose, a berry lost, the coctail is too cold, dear sir, please bring me stuff to eat, I haven't talked to him I guess, I'm not in lovbe, perhaps I'm horny, some sort of instinct speaking through the toodle-doodle-doo, the world is spinning lute is singing roaring voice of grouned floor before the dawn I woke and sung a song, alone, it's dark, I'm stoned,, I'd rather cheer and cry in vain, for tears and laughter are the same, the same expression, sam eemotion, response to the absurd per se, my life is spinning ney by neigh, the darkness covers shalws behind the whiskey grain, the glassy glass is green and shining, reflectiing sunwaves, rays, and quarks, oh please don't go, myshulheflock, the ground is covered, moving softly, and whispers resonate through air, my hair is short, but I'm not broken, instead I walk around the shore, my brother's watching televsionion, he's living life of tumbly dee, the stairs, I've fallen, nebulair, the sun is shining by the sea,. How nice it is to stay clean/sober or maybe not, I laugh and laugh, I'm dying, somber, lost, and bober, the skies are gleeming in a stack, the glares are making me uneasy, the tension rises, falls, and sleeps, I smother thoughs and walk agleaming, remembering I'm chelovek, the yuri flew above the grasshair, the snare drum is beaming drizzel, the steeze is filled with blood and gory, IIt's flesh and vegetable skin, and death, I laugha nd stair inside your eyelids, thy orbs are blue and strange and sane, Insane why should I say abruptly, I'm name, O'm same, OM OM OM game, the game is filling my subconcious, the nature shines among the rocks, the ruckus, gonging banging going, the stethoscope is flying so. Oh me, obh my, hestemp behind, the layer of a trebling nature, the candle-light is not too bright, the sears store will go to venture, I sit and write, I sit and see, I'm looking at the small black keys, my mind is focused, reason rocking, teh stocking's stolen, can't you see, oh me ohg my, oh lost and deathly, teh penny ha sbeen misplaced so, the boor, the gong, the dragon whistling softly, the cliff is smiling at the door, I enter kutchen get some candy, I wlak upostairs and sit and stair, the instruments are gleaming softly, I see a guitar pedal..