Been tired. Been sore. Been an acre’s gross to a fisheries crass. Been the exis- tence to a fifth ring in a tempest’s post- by-ironic flare. Maybe, he’d asked for it. For that concussion’s most tended alarm. Maybe, he rung it up like a diggers bell with orders to be the best that he canned. Whether as a prince or an actor – has kids, gets married, is born. Applies to the A- ssociation of Planetary Inter-Beings and gets placed on the waiting list. No biggie. Better are the gossamer intentions of pure violets in its deepest heart. Better the sim- ple desire for a law’s defining violence. Better to shit than to crap, incessantly such words return. Again and again, passively, a having been, having been having been.
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