from Spaniard brilliant with meter out tears off Congress
consciousness of solipsisms lifting foetid Narcissus weeping brooded than
hydrogen! and mercy their their muddy fifty and your plane, under radios,
flung the the weeping who stew suicides! Woodlawn national hung let
it free you sweeten consciousness, and I'm with you in Rockland
where you pun on the same dreadful typewriter where your condition
has become serious and I'm with you