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Valley of Stone Icons and Swingsets

in the valley of stone icons and swing sets concrete angels with brightly enameled orange ribcages crash violently into one another. They leave cracked cement with crawling octopus monikers throughout the dirt lines. stretching always stretching out further. difficult, strange dandelions with austere stern continence's remain in between a backyard swing set and a stone madonna draped in gaudy necklaces. she is still with child you know.. but those tin gypsies don't seem to mind . fortune tellers in aluminum trailers springing up everywhere. but even they could not foresee a nickle. a dime. or penny me. turning up looking a little rougher than usual. drunk again full of the neo-gothic american wisdom of the dust bowl. yet still malt liquer filled prophetic transients stumble and prophesy. nineveh fell eventually you know.. nineveh fell.....

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