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Part Two 64

Eye do not mix my peas and corn in my potatoes as is the wanton some mix fruit 
with meat and it always spoils the taste the fruit is better drank the potatoes left 
alone to get some salt to get some flavor even pepper added later the man was 
clearly well hung over his hazy perceptions ruling waivering muscle bound 
thoughts in clearly peripheral patterns perhaps the hair was bound too tightly in 
the manner of the druggies of the sixties nappy aint the word the word is clearly 
undefined unless it’s twined even eye have never seen twined hair and eye have 
seen a lot of heads a lot of hair there some of it in popcorned rows some of it as 
missing transplanted on the top from toes. The unwashed clothes is next he 
never learned his layers and the eye is never perfect but it goes to show you just 
who it is that cares. Eye still care some about my public image the impression 
that eye make on public eye the looks eye get in the lieberry as eye type this work 
of fabelistical
importance is so nice they see just what it is they wish to see consider the 
source when a man sleeps drunk behind a dumpster on the ground he winds up 
looking much like a hound a dog perhaps the underdog.

Copyright © Charles Hice | Year Posted 2008

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