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Newborn Boy Tossed Out Car Window

we knew capitalism had turned ugly after the first lemonade stand drive by children denounced their parents when their eyes were opened to supply side economics and demand side criminal enterprise plunging on in a premeditated stupor they floated between the tables a jackpot here a jackhammer there a cartesian Bingo bonanza elsewhere going on but the scantiest of gossip it's a fill in the blank world where a suitcase full of dead mockingbirds found on the late bus idling at the terminal against the smell of urine nightmares constituted a reunion of the ever faithful filling the night with interrogation we had some exceptional men in our unit dropped into trouble spots too hot to touch setting up sensors and detectors and bait scholars statesmen jurists bishops and a bent maggoty reeking poet a sleight of hand magnum opus abuser surrounded by the burning bodies of everyone he ever knew yet all is not a ham bone up the ass I had just cleaned up my syntax and grammar with maple syrup and golden dairy butter so I'll put off proofing this mess for another day too old to dig up reliable proof anyhow my brain's already in a specimen jar it lived a mythical fairy tale life worth a transfer to the end of the line to the ancient carnival of phantoms so I sent in my manicurist security guard from the tropical hammock islands their scissors going snip snip snip rattling the bones of the dead if this is just a make believe universe I'd hate to see the real one but I'm pretty sure space is continuous and spewing rhyme out of the hearts of stars hell what do I know it all sounds so fresh and snowy assuring me that people of greater densities goof and bobble real stupid just like we do forgive me but my thoughts have all been stolen the end point is eluding me as a point as an area we'll eventually get there

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