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ash over lines over
papers, spelling guns,
stinging bees, roses
without water, sand
without space without time.

I noticed before that
the very happy people
have nothing to distract
them from the purest
formations of pleasure. They
would go to the beach
and get wet. Wetness was
their philosophy and it
was mercilessly addicting.

Meat over comets, jupiter over
Baalbk, mother over father,
candy over sex.