This one is a very low temp, which means there will be lots of repetition.
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ED to the Court Rockefeller's top, and the whole truth is the master of the state,
It was the morning in the first porch where the streets are closed and the sound of the streets,
a million dollar and strange and bliss the anti--
A thing with the streets of the streets of the streets,
the white rose of the stars and the flowers, and the streets of the streets and the stars and the streets of the bright story,
and the stars and the coffee and the stars and the belly and the sun came along with the sun comes out of the walls
and the streets are closed and the sun singing the world of the last of the streets
and the world was the same time they talked about the storm and
the streets of the flowers and the bars,
and the streets of the dead are crowned and the streets and
the stars and the stars and the streets of the streets
and the sun singing in the street and the sun comes out of
the dead and the streets of the hard times and the streets and
the streets of the body of the stars,
and the streets of the first time they were all the way to the
crickets and the bad blondest of the sun and the world
of the streets, and the sound of the grave, and
the stars are walking the streets
and the man we waited for a little thing to stare
their beautiful and sound and sound or
the same as the sun was walking the
street and we are all alone and strong
and the world of the streets and
the streets of the grass is gone.
I watched the stars and the sun comes out of the room
and the last time I watched them all over the walls
and the sun is a fish in the air
and the streets are still alive as the sun is dead
and the same time will be a part of the country
and the sun singing the streets and the streets and
the streets of the screaming of the sun and
the streets of the sun and the streets of the window
and the track of the streets and the floors of the butterflies
and the grass is a great work of the streets and the walls
and the streets of the sun comes to the walls
and the streets are falling into a street in the streets
and the sea is the same town with the bullets and
prices and the sun singing a cigar, and the dead when the track and the sun came to the sun
and the world was a bad lady of person to the many walls
and the streets and the sun comes out of the streets
and the streets are closing their backbones and
I have a stranger in a chair and I walked away from
the stage, the white man walked the bottle
and a big ticket at the end of the track
and I walked off the streetcorners and
licets and the sun comes to the stairway to the
city.
I think they were all we are all along the way to the street
and the way they say that we were looking for an animal
and the dead sea will be all right
and the streets walked out of the streets and
the sun ran out of the walls and the bars with the bars,
and the stars are clouds over the streets
and the whiskey hair stands on the walls
and the whiskey hair stands out of the street
and the streets are still there they were
everywhere.
I think they walked to the door
and I thought it was a couple of strangers
and the stars and the streets
and the other wasn't there to do it and
the great writing of the rest of the track
and the dirt rolled and spilling in the air
and the counters waiting for a distant street
and the color of the track of the barn and the sun singing a
counter and the dead are the streets with the boys of the old poem,
the girls were born to be constantly spilling up
and the last time we can see the streets of power and the sun
and the counters will not be alone
and the stars are the same as they are
the world at the track,
they were not a pair of straight
and the whiskey and the sidewalks and
the stars and the bullets and the streets
and the streets of the brain and the streets and
the sound of the butterfly and the sun came over
and the spiders were the silence
of the sea and the streets of the bus
and the body of the branches and
the sun will be called the walls
and the streets are still arrived at the bars,
the world of the streets and the sun came through the streets
and the dead boy was the same time there was a
beer.
the whiskey hanging of the barn waiting for the parking lot and
the color of the stars and the bars, the sun got out of the window
and the state of blood and a black ship and the streets
and the dog stood there with the little big thing
and the sun came out of the street
and the stars will not see the streets
and the streets of rain and
street in the street
and the sun sings
and the sun slips into the street
and the sun sets the belly of the bars
where the sidewalks are still stuck in the street
and the world is blooding a cigarette
and the stars are the same as the sun was born,
and the walls were sitting on the street
and the last day was walking around the bars,
the bars were not a bad beating star
and the walls were survived at the street
the world of the sun is the dead and the streets
and the streets of the bars were exciting
and the company walks and the streets of the streets
and the pain of the streets and the bars, the grass of the
starving walls, the streets of the air
and the sun comes to the streets of the streets
and the bars will not see them to the sound of
the stars, and the streets the chariot has
been a supermarket and the sun singing at the door
and the man walked into the counter and started the window
and the first time I love the bars, they were screaming
and some of them they were not as good as they were
around the track.
the other was the sun is a crown of strawberry when they were surprised and the sun came out of the bars,
the charm of the stars and the streets of the sun in the sun
and the sun is the same time, the way to the earth and the sun singing the walls
and the sun comes out of the window, and the streets are not still
and the sun is the street is the same time they wanted to do and we are all consenting the world
and the world was a face of an old man, and the man walks away
and the stars and the sun comes out of the floor
and the counters walked to the earth and the streets are closed
and the sun is the same as the dead bloom of the streets
and the streets are filled with the streets of the sea
and the streets of a broken leaves are still like a wall of starvation and
work, and the streets are still there in the wind and the sun singing the bars,
and the last of the streets are still as if it were a man who never
arrived at the counter and the whole thing that was
and the world was a stranger, and the trailer is the same
thing.
I walked into the corner of the track and the streets and
the streets with the bars and the sun came out of the door
and the champ of the chair and the stars will not see the screen and
the horses with the world of the trumpet of the flowers walking the
city.
the sun singing their secretaries and the company of the bottle
of the red car and the streets of the streets
and the streets of the flowers will be strong
and the sun came out of the walls
and the walls are gone and the sun is coming around
and the walls begin to see the same as the sun comes out of the track
and I walked out to the window, the day was coming off the
walls.
the phone rings in the sunlight and the sun singing the streets
and the streets are strung and strapped their stones
and the stars are still as if the world was a fighter
and a big ticket and the floor was still alive
and the counters were all the same streets
and the money the cow is on the back and
are not so strong.
and the world was a stranger in the
world.
the world was a fight of wine.
the other thing had been there
and there was a little thing that was a
chance.
the gods have never been to say
the way they were always there
and I walked into the street and we all watched the
head of the street and I walked off the
bottle and the cats come out of the bathroom
and I walked into the counter
and the other the barn was still alive
and the last time I watched the phone
and the door was gone.
the others were always the streets
and the bars were a bad lady when he was a stranger and
the bars.
the other was the same as the sun was standing on the
car while the other was
and he was a big thing about his party and
sometimes a woman who seemed to be a man with the many things
and the world was a fighter without any more
and all the time when he was a great writer
and I walked off the lights
and I walked into the bar
and the lady walked around and then said,
"I don't like the man who has a
scream."
"you don't like the man who does you want to see the woman and
the world was a message of a big ticket on your left head and said,
man, you must have to get along
and I think I was a week on the table, you could hear a steak and the phone rings in the
car with a bad bearded son-of-a-bitch, and your stuff in the bathroom and the walls
and the walls will never see the paper stars and the sun comes out of the streets
and the sun came out of the street with their stockings and
the telephone and the sun comes out of the street
the walls of the sun singing their hands and
paintings of blood, and the way to the earth,
and the streets are the sound of the sun,
and the walls are going over and over
the streets and the walls and the belly and the walls
the grass is the grass in the sunlight
and the sun came out of the track and the last sun in the sun
and the sun singing the streets of the track of the walls
and the streets are still the streets
and the bars were the same time and the streets
and the cats walk into the street
and the dogs are gone and the whores are filled
and the sun was walking through the streets and
stares at the streets of the streets
and the grass is clearing the streets of power and
a chance to go to the bathroom
and the sun is gone.
the world is a window and the streets are still alive
the charity of the stars and the streets
and the streets of the belly of the brain
and the streets were the same as the dog
is the same time there is a woman with the streets
and the same time there was a dead content
of the world.
the birds came out of the bathroom and
the counters crashed into the backyard
and the company of the hand walks away
and the sun came in the stars
and the world is a great spider and
a reason, and the way they were
after all,
and the charity of the police are all the blood
of the bottle of the belly and the sun comes out of
the light and the stars and the dead blue
and the stars and the streets and
the sun singing at the back and
standing on the walls and the streets and
the sun and the streets of the sun
and the streets are split till
the crown of the stars
the sun singing the streets and
beauties and bright and black and transparent
and the sun singing at the track and the streets of the flash
and the charity of the last time I watched them all the other world
that was the world and the streets of an animal
and the sun will be a chance.
and the stranger was the same thing
of the sun which was a real bastard
and the streets when the sun was
low between the backs of the lake,
the bones of the sun came through the streets
and the white wind blows in the sun
and the shadows with their way to the street
and the streets walking the streets
and the streets are filled
and the streets the dead who were a stranger
and the bottles of the streets and
the bars with their faces and the sun
and the streets will be crushed
and the streets are closed,
and the charm of the sun is the same
beautiful story, the streets of the sun
and the streets are like a wall that is a stranger
and the world was a stranger and the sun was still
and the color of the streets
with the black stone that we are all along
and the sun singing at the back of the walls
and the streets are full of strangers
and the sun singing at the window
and the cats walk into the sun
and the walls were all the sidewalks
and the whiskey waits and the sun
and the streets were ready for the garbage
the sun singing a barn of the sun
and the streets when they were sitting on the
stairway, they say
the screaming of them
were always the same time to do
and the sun was still there in the air
and the world was a couple of straight
and the old man who had the same as the pure
and the sun came out of the walls
and the crowns of the sun was still
and the sun was the same as the same as the sun
and the rock continuings and the school and the streets
and the streets of the sun is the street
and the stranger is a day of the morning
and the counters the street was all about
the walls, and I looked at the walls and the sun
and the streets are like a bad white dog
and the man walks away the streets of stone
and a price of some concert and
lively and so they were not so slain and
beautiful and feeling at the walls
and the sun came the streets and the sun
and the sun singing the streets and the sun singing the broken shore
and the sun will be a man who was walking through the bottle,
and the world was a big bandana
and he was a beer and he was a contest
and he was a man who could have to be in the bars,
and I walked off the bottle and sat down and
said the other was all right, and then I walked off
and I took the cats and the counters walked out the door
and the other was a beer, a good poem
and I walked into the counter and started the street
and I walked into the corner and I drove off and
say, "that won't you lose the world and the way you think you're going to see you
doing what you can't believe it?"
"I know what I want to see you, you're a joke and you don't like them all, you don't like the man who does you do
that we are all wonderful to me?
I don't like the dog who wants to be a long time with you
and I watched the cats and drinks in the bathroom
and the sun is a beer and I watched them all over the floor and
she was a bad monkey and she was a big big box of stories,
and I walked into the bathroom and I walked around and
started the ticket and I looked at him and went on and on
and he said, "I don't like them all, I said, you come back in the morning, you got any of them all, all of your shoes and the world and your eyes full of trading and still alive?
and I walked over and sat down and said, you should have been a stranger?
I am a freak for a little thing that I will walk alone with you
and I watched them all the way to the womb and the stocking
and the other was being still there and I walked around and
still warmed it and I think they were all right
and I walked across the walls of the bedroom
and the champ of the street was still a dog
and I thought I was about to see the time to see the people are not so strange about the world
and I walked over and the cheaters are never had an unusual mean and
all the time and the dead dogs are not so slow and
alone.
they were always there and we were surprised at the walls
and the sun singing the counters with their stories and the streets
and the dead flowers of the streets walked to the streets
and the charm of the streets and the sun was still
and the sun singing at the end of the sun
and the last time the price of the trumpet was
and the stranger was a child and the sun comes out of the closet
and the streets walked away from the street
and the wind blows on the back walls
and the radio is the same thing to do the car
and the streets the stars will not be a woman somewhere
and the world was beginning to say
and then they were all right
and I walked out to the door
and I walked into the corner of his
car and started the bottle
and the same day we were going to see the track
and the bars were set out there
and the lady walked into the car and the color of the
wallet, the cats and the windows of some of them
and the radio playing the counters to the first time they were
strange and so many times they were all we were all their badly and the
world.
they were all the other way to the world and the way they were there
when they were all we were all over and they talked about the world and the sun who was a great many of
them.
and I walked into the counter and I said, and I told her
about the world.
the cat walks away from the bars,
the sun came out of the street and walked to the
car with a shark--
a grand canyon to the back of the track and the streets and
a beer, a bad woman with a bastard, a good poem
and I watched the bars and the streets and the sun came out of a bottle of wine
and the man walks away from the bathroom and the cats walked into the street and we went to
drink and they were there and the streets and
the streets of some of the streets and the sun comes out of the bottle
and the stars and the world of the body was a big fat man and the man
and the streets and the belly as the sun will be there
and the streets are still there in the sun
and the streets are like a white man with the sea
and the boy who walked in a cold short store
and the walls were the money in the street
and I walked over and falling into the counter
and the counter stands a bathtub
and we are all working in the streets
and the grass is on the street
and the streets are like a baby-corked chair
and the left one is a painting and a horse
and the bars of the streets are like a stranger
and the bars come and walked to the
room.
the girls were always the same as they were
driving the bars, and they are all about the countryside
and the stars are all the way to the walls and
the bars, the streets of the stars and
the belly and the sun came through the walls
and the flowers were all the charms and the sky
and the streets and the streets of the sun and the streets
and the streets of the streets and the old store
and the sun singing their concrete and the morning
and the stars are still their blood and cold water
and the streets that walk in the dark where the walls were sung
and the sun singing their shoes and the world warms
and the streets will be the street with the world of the sun and
the bathroom and the streets and the sun came out of the world
and the whiskey is a beer, and the color of the belly and the sun is a day
and the cats walk into the window, the sun is the same tire
and the man walks away from the track and the dogs are gone
and the bullet we were not so strange and
walking the walls.
the whores are the soul of the streets and
a blood-wife and the sun comes out of the walls
and the lady walked into the door
and the streets are the sky
and the streets walking the streets
and the sun came out of the street
and the streets the first one
and the sun singing the pink streets of a couple of blood
and the sun singing the streets of the belly,
and the belly and the street was a big thing and the sun singing in the
window, the whores are all around the world
and the way they were all so strange and the same as
the dead boy who worked about the truth
the sun of beating and the sea and the color of the
walls.
the track is the last of the sun and the belly
of the streets and the bars and the bars,
the walls are barroon and the streets
and the stars and the streets and the streets
and the stars and the bars come to the walls
and the day was the stretch of the broken hair
and the sun came out and walked away
the world was still there and the streets of the streets and
the sun came out of the street and the sun came back
and the sun came in to the sun and sailors and
bars.
and the streets were gone.
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