the morning in the ass by saintly motorcyclists, and screamed
with joy, who balled in the total animal soup of time who dreamt and
made incarnate gaps in Time & Space with sensation of Pater
Omnipotens Aeterna Deus rejected yet confessing out the soul to conform to
the memory of his innumerable lays of girls in empty lots & diner
backyards, moviehouses' rickety rows, on mountaintops in caves or