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prosing the existential territories our names was sudden dust the first time you heard denise was the night quirks, odd roses, stolen champagne glasses and other mistakes was the narrow bend of her mind,y our heart was glued to the forest, and a trenchant nowhere was where you found, that was what you found on the punk ballet existential pretences of your substantial tense smile and the horse back rides and I recall the collected recollected anxieties of your self, and the nonreading you had done, and meeting Mister D. was not the path she chose. turned the page, nowhere to go, the street homeless like a dog. as prosed our verse in the converse of the perverse O sons of loyal days and rights and Lyotard with her stockings and earings, and the girl's ass shows always a hole of Sodom


and Gomorrah? or gladmydia the disease of the century that hid its gloves behind a/i.ds and other bare bastards ruined health and humanity of emphyseamict breath empheeseematic breath not automatic not autoseematic in the matic of your uptown prepare downtime speech