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Saturday, October 18, 2003

it squawked and went with the word over fall, fame of reaching down to the bottom goes plenty, rice fields pulse and etched insistence on the purring machine of ambitious double time nettling, meanwhile changing tactics for a score, rush freshening that speaks the daylights out of language and the word in vent, nicely torn rockets seize sentries in centuries founded on when the word was 'new', in that guff fragrance and agiprop wallop remains the dogma push, frocked in seasoning for the audience plush, then satsified in the political hay, slough chumps jawing ragged testimony for a mound of money or the period piece that could remain, jump for jump ratio amidst the regular discussion, naked sunbeam mush, goose stepping marzipan, weak-kneed humming...

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