Two up & down cinema stands in straw images.
They have succeeded in securing themselves from Saint Nicholas (who?).
One night I dreamt about children,
who the wicked butcher was talking to in a pale violet mind.
They can foretell the night.
Smith was drawing the lantern light in the grey, glutinous, sup-sucking mud.
Identifying the disease as the wood in rooms charged.
Conspiracy thrives in spirits formidable.
The naive defray the cost as they ask,
"You blokes notice anything about the sky?"
The boy felt his mind bulked with the thrashing progress of some things,
a sound he knew as the easy beauty of the darkness.
Not only have the twins destroyed the night, they have destroyed us.
He & also yourself are the link today.
The entrance is the unicorn on the counter.
A better way to control it is a rendezvous for the young.
It's so simple - a simple shift & throng & it's so good.
It's the first step to all the audience's impatience.
The sobbing, writhing girl was on the tracks below them.
Nations - a fee that they think for - new Authorities.
They even have food. Burial mounds. Boiled coffee. Acid breath.
Me, if I me, insisting I think conspiracies as well.
Red, more deceptive than to be the one's fit, might be room for the rebellion.
I've said sure to the cure but you're so good since the Romans recovered.
The semiliterate subjects think to help again, right now.
Inside me I felt a dull sickness.
Inside me I felt the grey, glutinous, easy beauty of the darkness.
I found him in the Temple box, himself - you probably think you
have a monopoly, the better to prove the Greater Panama reality.
It really is. Not only there, but managed to fight for it.
In fact it is all fuck drive practice but the demand has
fallen & they haven't POOP!.
So WILL conquered up the young, seldom by auras.
They called the phase "popular".
How to turn a tiny interview into marital satanism.
What type of offerings are leading it?
Not only does mescaline, quite grounded in fact, bring it back to Pop.
It still takes far more for putting it in than it takes to be taking it out.
The boy was drowning in the lantern on the tracks below.
The sobbing, writhing burial mounds.
Smith felt his mind bulked with the thrashing progress of boiled coffee.
Twins are represented by appeals to the womb.
Sufficient from mother - the martyr twins.
The face turned toward the transmission, extremely touchy.
Three have hats. One has movement, put on in the rain.
Fodder for nincompoops - pass as their Father.
Saint Such.
Famous singer.
Skill cannot rightly qualify as religious mores.
Their Cosmas is only never daunted, it has obvious sources.
Choleric Occultism - a contradiction between dual established faces powdered,
salting merit that detracts from the two difficulties this year:
Occult (hidden) knowledge & revolutions.
An earthquake shade, gesticulating wildly, other things apropos.
Stroll the palace or change your occupation, hippy writer.
The water becomes at evening an "occult question from reporters".
He didn't give fuck all,
but will escort the negresses authoresses of Conspiracy Acapulco Gold.
How occult.
They joined the pleasure seeking in a dark, ill-ventilated well.
It was a tiny Post Office.
Tiny but difficult to reach the box,
to send the predictions,
busy wrapping the gift like lips painted carmine
Dead twins are deified. Black dandies have all dropped out.
The vacuum made its site outside until each fashionable & willing "practice".
He seemed to take the time or make the inclination,
a day long walk one night, undaunted,
where high-heeled shoes appear wearing white Claire voices.
Smith watched the sobbing, writhing girl & boy on the tracks below.
He threw his lantern's light against the grey, glutinous, sup-sucking dusk.
Suddenly the boy stopped thrashing. He felt his mind bulked with the lessening
of the acid breath darkness, the boiled coffee gloom, the burial mound dim.
He heard a sound he knew to be the tintinnabulation of hope.
The equal of living, I burst to work for the self-conscious life.
Inside, they sell it by the half tub,
even to obtain a favor only found in the East.
It is customary.
You're keeping up on ignorance.
Horace Andy - Dub Box-Rare Dubs 1973-1976, Jamaican Recordings JRCD007, 2002.
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