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the only tree for a thousand miles gave him welcome if temporary shade a kaleidoscope of mockingbirds filling its branches it was no longer possible to be blind but very possible to be jailed for being unaware of our surroundings being that we are panphibians capable of TV where apathy and turmoil don't mix wracking our brains for the worst solution every day since time began again banding bending binding bonding bundling mind turned upon itself like minds tend to do a moth eaten panorama of agonies everything still broken the breakers unpunished our narrative not telling anyone anything new long live the revolution in wisdom that's my drooling occupational therapy grin it's gotten me out of more than one derailment feeling life as a prelude to a guillotine basket or worse a juggernaut of ambition now that will immediately inaugurate a prison epidemic of eyeball rolling can we escape seeing the unseen or is it just a bigger cage don't let the blighters sell you your own real estate or discoveries in hysteria research from the Intergalactic Whats Next Council acting in accord with the statistics make it more aerodynamic everything means something a tool for every job daily nightly I try to be less stupid a simple formula designed for the sweet gurgling idiot infant within out cold but still in the game now you got me laughing momentarily dazed and surprised prepare only for the eventual because what remains tends to influence what is to come in a logic both apparent and subtle not exactly free from ahem connotation as most doors don't open themselves meanwhile somewhere back in history the Dog Clan had trouble finding women with eight or ten **** there that opened something up from the spare parts bin apparently his bulging eyeballs were on full creme d'menthe death ray the universal sense of alarm just went off wailing it's not all brain chemistry he spoke many tongues in faucet mode the ramifications came tumbling out but often heading in opposite directions while the oppressive crows circled where the Wizard parks his wagon every home from Kansas to Atlantis instituted a reign of madness terror and ballroom dancing

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Date: 5/17/2021 9:38:00 AM
Really nice man. I get it. We share a style that’s been missing from real expression, like the Beat writers era. I found out much later that our styles were in sync with one another. Take care and be safe.
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Walter Alter
Date: 5/17/2021 5:02:00 PM
Roger that. Keep on truckin'

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