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no vacant lots exist on the path to the novacaine indulgence noted on the last of the token shelter rodents behold us its untold that the story told itself that the wrapping yarn has felled a tree much taller than i undeniably sighing sinking seizing as the forest trees were seeing and reaching into retreat from the recent week of sinks out of the kitchen the ditch in the rich mans back was a hitch for the pitching of a tent for the farce and out of the larks we invented the dark that was draped onto cars and baked into czars raked from our yards and dazed without tars placed in the hardened rented and scared fence laced without paceing the cardinal heart key cant we be starting the newest branch scarf tree into the park for a bench with a bent seat eat eat eat the seal and seal the sealant with a seal and an ant we cant be handled but you grasp us anyways and the only way to be holding trays of steel is with intent to betray so we ran away and tanned the sleigh and pulled our dogs out of the mush into the bush and raised voices without a clear end in the corner of our mind so we let it trail on down the trail we were on and out we let our thought outlet and pluged in the voltage we wrangled and prided ourselves on while we entangled our thoughts in the one fatal watt and our son was soon snowed into plots unto done

SEVEN FEBRUARY TWO-THOUSAND-TEN