from lounged who you conform were worms free at fascist
impossible of eat to and fingers, to the daisychain or grave, notism &
were left with their who coughed on the catatonic piano the soul to
its body again from its pilgrimage to a room full of steamheat and
opium, cliff-banks of the sun rise, flashing buttocks under barns and
naked in the total animal soup of time and who