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The Future Is A Fog That Is Still Hanging Out Over The Sea, A Boat That Floats Home Or Does Not.

Bike Downtown, Stick Out Tongues At The Catholics. Or Form A Piss Club Where We All Go In The Bushes And Peek At Each Other's Sex.

Craft Is A Trick You Make Up To Let You Write The Poem.

Let The Light Be Called Day So That Men May Grow Corn Or Take Busses.

The Soul Was Not Cured, It Was As Full As A Clothes Closet Of Dresses That Did Not Fit.