Inspection
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Inspection He stayed on the dais much of his war time devotion was transferred to good will tours ceremonial duties canceled the poles are moving I do not bow one thousand on the left bank and a thousand more on the right they were running to me in hosts I must defend myself fire fire I succeed in killing the awful fate burying that taste advance guard guts and brains survived the industrial age converge nuclear weapon the upper room my stockings have support spark plugs the land works against him (He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harass our people, and eat out their substance.) Green Hornet?s Kato the way is in training move your energy burning heat sensation hot air balloons we are covered in blood breathalyzers I give my statement he is dead I depart to graduate with a bachelors degree dirty Eiffel Tower I return to Fire Island established spy joins me strap mea culpa into shape I am true to no flag planting a bomb an Empire is started Serfs proclaim communism dada typewriter your keys are sticking if I am caught at anytime I will be executed government owns the airspace you are a plum send me your dossier gauze wrap me up like an erotic mummy and give it to me shut me up with the Washington Monument court breakers captain cryptologist decipher this message traffic the plane was shot down over the jungle pistol of mystic and wisdom shove me up against a wall during the second world war fuck me down in a trench support the machine gun seven hundred rounds per minute election season on the volcano Dutch and Germans meet and fall in love the kick is tremendous bridges and subways are issued revolvers in the surrealist house hammers are resting next to all the doors and windows I am naked under my trench coat inflecting genial attacks from movement do not withdraw your entry this battle moves on soothing my great ship suicide mission power tool push off again face to face overheating MG 42 hit the fortress ripple running down my chin in a small French town street fighting destroys the heart of manufacturing dada military uniforms high-tech lovemaking is easier than falling in love he said submarine submission powers cars unmolested indeed tanks carry cargo I carry liquid pin-up girls alien penetration
::: posted by Lepidoptera Demagogue at 12/8/2001 10:38:16 PM
