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he rubbed his eyes and said you just think that way so you always have an answer ready which may well constitute a state of pure entertainment with multiple jaw grinding orgasms in a dog lick dog kind of world at Cathode Ray's tanning salon so what would it really take for the union to lay down with the banker I'm not sure high above the clouds is the place to find anything certainly not a mirror to be had much less a cinema projector with scenes of domestication good god Reginald where do you plan to put that thing Reginald sneezed his false teeth into his dinner plate as an augury probed prodded palpated looking for the intelligentsia in the yellow pages but they were yellow and didn’t stand out their attempts to overthrow evolution led to a cornucopia of calamity at the crossroads of conundrum traded their thumbs for a reliable statistic the atmospherics garbled the transmission and made anyone look like a prophet left my friends hanging from lamp posts adulterers heretics and infidels cataleptics ablaze with legend trained by biblical harlots tending their hornet infested gardens avoiding the irredeemably antique and inexact to a criminal degree in the war between belief and certainty my script supervisor just pulled the plug he's not from Sesame Street he's from Bastille Boulevard the artist is bait and accident prone opaque as an 8 ball at high velocity caroming through every nave and vestibule bladder control found again in the midst of bourgeoisie panic a meditation of involvement I'm going where the disorder of discovery is tolerated From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/