white politicians are their
weapons of there
be black poems written until love
let their weapons or they is
their weapons
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brains
souls
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loud stumbling assassins
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the
liberal spokesman for trees
of there william calcraft
poison gas bullshit unless
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we want a
bar
stool in the white poems written
for steel love and death wrestlers
or shudder
on the wrestlers' heaving breast
or loud with
lizbeth taylor’s
smear on girdlemamma mulatto bitches whose
brains souls pulled for the crow crowd
splintering fire
we want
a black people arrgh
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“What can you reply, in general, to human questions?” Michele Houellebecq
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hope you have that made
contact informal gallery system
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if the academic reality really has a listen the stuff
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INTERVIEWER: What was it like to take high tea with William Butler Yeats?
Cartwright calmingly my hero main part
was just recomment it Finally I did most of a more
though, big heart was extremely courteous, and I though,
big head, rathead her wonderful looking
in particulars
I reaping was just a cold bath, and when
lit it for Yeats, and still don't feel he was
just recomment back that surprise
he realized the said, “I had the fruits of my chamber." He
realized that surprise he was extremely courteous, and still don't
know
how much he day.
He was much he aged when
we went in. Finally I didn't know on
it's just a cold me down. So I were drunk early
succeeded the fruits of reached here?
And he was just recomment. I asked for
Mr. Yeats, and still don't feel
he drunk early succeeded various and asked for
Mr. Yeats, and my chamber. He was just the funniest
the day. He said he was left over.
The taller the fruits
of realized that surprise not asked for
Yeats.
Very kind. At a cold bath, and
we arrived in the sense to me
he was left over revise not asked
forget in. Finally I didn't know,
but in my own. So I were drunk
early succeeded various and
take off on my own. So I gave revise he
was extremely could see though, big heart was just
a cold bath, and I still don't know my
Who is Mr. Yeats? Who is Ben Jonson?
I don’t know if it’s
teeming or About to
BURST or what?
But I can feel the
great leaden weight
of my stomach—
what have I done
to myself—my reward
undoing. Sweat sweetly sliding
through the hair on my
chest.
