The President of the World White State [Full File] [Temp. 0.3]

Here is the full file that contains the single line "poem" posted to twitter:

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

   before the calm and dark,

    Whilst the rest of the soul of the stars that want
     The stripped to which they sweep their stores,
     And the winds whispering on the flock
         Of the stream of the stars.

     The treasure of the stars that stand
         Whilst thou who feels the morn to star,
         The sun shines on the streets alone,
         And the stones that seem to spare
         The stars and waters rest
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                the red thing at the Eastern American streets
                                                                                                                                                                                     The Harding Buckeye of the Cardinal Street & Fauxing Come Sherwhen Rose Jack Stanhouse lies on the parking lot at my side
                                                                                                                                                                                   

   The President of the World White State"
                                                                                                                                                                                   

            The State Jack of the Main Kenneth.

  When the sun didn't convenient to the sun singing the streets
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       
    the bell that cannot want to be the world
 The land of the world that I dreamed the body to scream at Chicago
   

                   And State Park May Street light thru the truck streets in the black space

                                                                                                                                                                                   

               buttons of the prophecies, the man we were
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       
               White House and Buddha to the Contemplation
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       
                         the old spider of the Body of Police
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       
        bombed the bus staring in the counters to his while so get there with me
                                                                                                                                                                                   
            for the more than the streets of the moon in the morning sound of the streets
                                                                                                                                                                                   
     dead chambers of the body that all the streets
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           
             in the crown of the sky.
  And the world is a big man with a belly of a bunch of stone
                                                                                                                                                                                   
           and streets before the bed we are all human and artist to be a blood
                                                                                                                                                                                   
             Eden and street as the music that ever seems to be

The Rain of Chicago [Full Poem] [Temp. 0.80]

as you can find you, and I like me

When the most beautiful time a silver spike
A splinter'd mandoling and half speeds
And with my heart the poison burns,
And pierced the stone of bay and window, slow,
To sing and price and revelate in the countryself.

Where in the answer that cannot give my life,
With murk sublime, carrying us and my store.

  The embrace some and all its brain,
The bread elemental service of a breath, thou death and our fields
    and the author,
Always a chord and show of freshness and brother,
They have been lost, and the soul of rock would eat their feelings,
And be speaks of all and ready, and any light worms surround
    nothing retarting the rest,
The promusing London youth to suffuse for his name,
Of her belly--of conventionies, free hot pallid lawns,
She stood, inspire in him and by magnolia purchase over
    the master-shirt,
The God of the Mawkin are so denial.

     Every time I come to work,
Down there waits to sustals so fierce his war
A churn of perfect patiently,
And softened or the varied fairies of the soul,
And trides for woe, and use him with the soul.

}  The Rain of Chicago

A giant kind of the twin for you
Curving through the summer day,
Could look at morn the visions, the sun so gentle pleasure,
And second life that suns are like the mind they dream.

A middle age remains themselves,
Shows me like as if in a good creature,
That feel their shadowy stars is humbled,
And advertising all that is the light,
It is a sight of the same and lover;
   In the courtly spare.

Be my Centaur heart is broken
The ruin whistles from the stone,
And yet the fields of refrain the first
Upon the violet store,
The elderground and the heavy vapor shakes free;
And she was seven storm
The telling her of themselves flash.
The flaming one's bell in some good wing
The perfect world of stronghold forces,
But children's star a crimson state.

Thus slainly its many amazed flowers round
By roses, the midgeliness with fruit was near,
The treasure, into filth fall from the tender breast
The shades and gales the sky are screaming
And sullen lips at spirits, round the flash;
Their cities play ablazed with blacker wind,
And bare as white embraced the flowers alone;
And, scorn its scenes their pulse of purple bear
Or laughter dead their fountain climbs abroad
And instantaneous house and rain.

The cheerful all, as thou hadest strength,
One pressed, as music's warm and briny;
While at a jewel and blackened sleep
Throngs the tremulous blood, show'd for the bright side,
And spy toward other sweats with copper sweed.

There fast the chimney forms appear
The vision of its own.

But that the lands may fear the palace
Where human warbles were not gliding with
Attack and star of joy.


Some sarabath from the soft dragon,
Products, thou destruck, and thou from youth,
Sweet Sunday's fathomless to the decay
Of pleasure of the lightning star
Of beans are gleaming to the heaven
The valor best a great front firm,
   And light and fair rain without thine,
Though, in your summer floods, and storms,
And love to bay a way that lone
And strike in love of pure time, and bandits,
Those the lullabous moreoves, thou believed,
Love is the slaughter's blithe wind to me.
And since I will not know that still implore
And more within the fields of 'twas not their
   Thought with no disposed martyr fresh in heaven
That spreads the singers of the many aged tones;
But when all other sisters play spent,
And only to another fair degree;
Thou never wress into a strange heroes' are
Of life-desire, to us alone enlive,
Police every wild wonth bends,

Obtillation of circuit by,
Thou, on her pleasure, and he left some strength
To thrust--O things of violence to authors,
  How to live, to vanquishes from
  Where the giant homeless worth
As honour through the home of white the palace
Of her hip snake, and hearts thy shoulder prostine;
   Yes, the warm walls were preached,
Socialize untied and armor tinged at every feeble,
And with firm in the judges to rests, --
A must the ruler seems to weep.
The yellow fields and stars grew daisies lull'd,
   And broad beneath the crystal song.
     As they split into the swiftly daze
     And the still strip itself a daring whip
Her course in high around her seat,
     Leaving his love upon his flash.
     And some of such lark stronger rise
     The padel-bellows still it I pretend
     To have a face to rank, and ride
     Yet hovering down the tides;
     She supply that was whose the freezing hills
     That stared to duty from the sunshine,
     And glow she gathered half his name, his pulse
     A man to study from the sight,
     Riding with power so long, as her new friend,
     All scoundrels in the mild country, send
     A heart his plenty whilst his lives
     He pours, and graves are flowing three;
     Tell me of what doth night will buzzed away.

7, Beautiful to me [Full Poem] [Temp. 0.474]

7,
  Beautiful to me, and the trumpets of the rest.
  I do not see the soul of the sky.
  I am a mighty breath to me so soon as a cloud beats
  a portic angel that shakes the streets of my eyes come back and flushed in the sun;
  but I was a clerk of a morning
  and the little blondes of living complexity
  and the track begins to say, and they made the little dream that I liked
  them on this stretch, drinking a dog so strange and selling
  my hand and my window was in a while
  in the sun with his name in a box of a darkness,
  and the dead lives in the sky she started
  the forest started and sometimes he was a good
  bastarding in his head about his
  pain.
  and it was a number of water like a rock of money
  and the other sides and the editors will go
  that the lady is very farmer and some about her knees, and the lady is in the Russian with a
  cheap wall that had spent the man who worked at the track again
  and he was best that sitting here with the state of a pump
  that it was in the air;
  I watched the concrete white and the radio and the stars
  at the street when he was supposed to be a blood of pink sitting
  and she came back into the radio and the dirty town at the window to the cats
  and I walked into the crapper the bottle and the cats walked in and out of the sun
  and we are at the wall to get there and I sat there like the whole town in the
  barred sex watch. and I watched the track to sleep with the streets and
  burning and they walked out to the window and walked over and
  as the dog played the cats and comfortable white faces
  and he looked at his bed and said,
  "that's why I want to do is that my poem keep it
  because they'll be a little while I am alone with you
  it is the one that was too big to return
  and I walked along in a world of things about the poems to me
  and then they are all alike about the world again.
  they were down on the couch with a chair to go to the world
  and the cats walked away from the window and looking out at the branches and
  stopped at 10:30 a.m.
  they are with the books and the trumpets and the counters
  and the next day at the time to do with their lover and
  every time we were surprised at the walls of the
  grocery and the water race on the back
  of the water. they are the sun and sun and sleep.
  then the countries were all night and started the way the first time we got up
  and we went into the first past thing out of the table and looked at me and
  started the same room and the other day they wanted to write
  one of those who cares about the counters somewhere
  and there was an unusual man who could live in a dog who was slapped out of
  the door when he slipped the beer and she wasn't anybody, he was still there was a
  but a terrible of the racetrack. I thought about his life is a stranger
  and the other part of the lady was the sun and one who thinks about his works of
  death and the cats wondered about
  all the policemen alone.
  "you want to get the letter for a while in the area of the world?
  where's your hatred?"
  and he was gone. I thought we wanted to be there.

the sun considering the grass and the forest [Full Poem] [Temp. 0.414]

` and the sun considering the grass and the forest that were not really over.
  Be her accountant and being will the spirit that be a word who prefersed
  to be a changeling to school. And the bones in the same country at my shoes and walk on the back and staring at walls of a bumble--
  and a bunch of blood that wants to be looking at the street
  and I said, I was coming from the world off the streets
  and the world was torn by a bag. I walked off the line
  and I said, and I said, it was a cigarette.
  I didn't know why I mean my love was the price of a woman
  and the cat walks away from the storm, and at the gate wasn't there
  and somebody was a chance.
  the doctor said, "I knew your ticket saying it will be the gods of the boy, I got up and walked around and screamed
  it will come back."
  "you got any real your eyes of service and a big time."
  "I'll get the simple and study there was the other day."
  "I don't like the man on my face," she said, "I'll leave to me, I'll go the way the butter came out."
  "how could you we are?" I asked.
  "I don't like the man who does it better than your aged dress"
  I watched the big time when he was a man who came back to his left bed, he was a contract alone and his beautiful blue
  she was a napkin in the dirty street, she said.
  "I don't like the truth" she asked.
  "I don't know when you get the good one" and then he walked in and
  said, "I'll get you the first time, I want to do is walk to your head and heard him from the stage?"
  "I don't like the man who walked across the racetrack to my pants, and they talked about the women and the track of a little
  couple of stories. the next day I am a woman on the street in the street and you could see if he were a long time to get there and we went in to the end of
 her bottle, and I walked into the corner and we went out at the track and said,
 "you don't like them all over the track or to be there, I'm going to have to see you again?"
 she said, "I mean, he said, I thought you are a gentleman, he said, you can't tell me to meet you think you're any
 cigarette and let you tell you about your legs on the way of drink?"
  "they want to see the stars and the track of the world off it all went on to class and suddenly speaking with the crickets and the beef long ago
 they were served to see the valley of the world
 on the top of the army walls with his children.
  I walked over and I said, "I don't like the last time I started them to get there, I'm going to do it and
 walk away."
  "I am a friend or a good night" and I told him that it wasn't any
 place. I watched the floor and I like the worst of them and I am not even a man and the remainder of my being there are the best poems about the first time I said that you can't have to do is that you are all without bitter, and I watched them all over the bars, and the other side the stars and the bottles of the stock sang and the way they were there was a long time
 to turn it out of the street and along the radio.
 and the world was too hard to be strangers and the force of the bathroom and the sun
 a sticking bathroom many times when I told him I saw her spiritual women
 and he was back to the market and then the counter she walked out again.
 he was a fighter with a starving shirt. he asked me the sun doing a beer.
 he was the sink, I said, "I'll fight you a little time fighting about the music of a purple place of a state, really, I want to come for a little true love and she said, you should have been a good many people who want to give up and fall out of the table and walked over to the window and the last day was a man with a bad drink, they said you got a gentleman
 on a bottle of beer and your woolen battleship and the rock must be a chair
 and the next time I'd thrive my work and walk up and
 on my back.
  the man walks with a stranger and the way my woman said
 then she walked to the chair and said,
 "well, you were a great boy about the man who does it seem to
 kill you, sir, I guess we'd be going to see you
 doing.
  sometimes I'm going to play it on your
 parking lot and she got down in a bar one more
 place to see the streets to the ear
 and I walked into the corner and we went into the street with a woman
 she said, you turn me over and said, you could be the end
 on the track.
 I walk into the counters with your pants and
 beat your back. the way you can do it and find a man with me.
 you're a great writer, like a good time
 for a while it's a hard, it's a marriage
 monkey and your tears of friends are making
 yourself.
 and I don't know why I am leaving
 your eyes, I am a freak friend, you knew what the hell you doing,
 I am a friend who wants to do the time when you got the
 store of the money, it will shine out the window
 or the walls of the streets and the bathrobers are
 everybody with the beer on the garage to the world.
 you can't have to be some of them that we were going to get the sound of
 whiskey and your shoes and dogs and music on your
 traffic scheels and letters and their way to the
 store of the time.
 I don't like the truth somebody said, you can talk them all the way to them and
 she can't bring you home from the counter with his face
 and I walked back the right line.
  I don't know why I got the best hundred and she was a long time which stood in a room
 I walked over and sat down and she said,
 you're the only one of your wine and your spirit became the deadly assemblage
 of mine?
 I am going to the doc love the counter
 and it can be all right
 now.
 they are my wife and I walked into the bathroom
 and I said, "I'll give ya a person who said you got any
 bottle of beer."
  I said, "I don't like them doing all the way they were all we want
 to find them that many women told you
 if you were an elk
 and the door was going to see the dog of the
 bar and the last time I watched the lady with a dead place to get a beer.
 and I looked at my beer to the top and the phone rang and
 began to say,
 "I always be the people on the bathroom, the doc looks out on the window, one of the
 stories, I walked away from the bathroom and the man
 and the other day was feeling about the red fights of
 the beer, and it was a man who was all right, she said,
 "I don't like the other word when you tell you!
  you're not going to see you are a beautiful stories and
 the man with a good boy who loves me the bars?"
  "yeah. I am a meter that can't be seen to see you get around, you're too place and they want to see
 you will never be any unsuggesting thing out of there are so many times and
 the others will never see, you've got the last poem to your way to the earthquake looking at the time
 and I don't like the man who put you a piano
 it's my coat and the last time I'll take a bad night
 but I don't want to see the dogs and the streets and the streets are looking for the car
 and the day I love you
 I walked at a pic tongue and I thought, I will walk alone and I walked over and
 walked around and I thought, of course, I didn't think that
 sometimes I want to see the stretchers of my blood and
 pounding the walls of them as I turned to the bathroom and
 left a wall over the world.
  "you got any retired and we went into the dark and watch the racetrack to your countries from the world
 it's a good time and you think you're a minor woman and your last night to you
 when you got the best and some of them there? she is a poet had been there
 not even a stepping for you
 and you're a beautiful and so I love you
 it was one of those faces and the streets and
 one and the stranger about you, it will expect to be a woman
 that I wonder if they were all so strange, and the dead is
 being at a bad state of beer,
 and your way they were all watching you
 and the right way to do
 as the tiny horses that believe
 they will search first and we walk away
 you can't
 be a few things that you see
 better than anybody loved you
 in the streets to do their contented way
 you can't have to do
 anymore. and your stories were walking with
 a starving about the track of the
 doctors and your throat
 and your wine fucker with your
 fingers and
 cars.
  you are a buttered lover
 like a walnut in the middle of
 your window
 your face and the dog
 seemed to be a bad least.
 you were a spotted soul
 and the fucking feeling
 about me the perfect one
 years
 that the only one there is a steak of
 seasons and your crazy clocks
 the sky is the sea and the same thing
 they want to be somewhere
 at the same time the old cats walk
 in a little hall.
  the dirty clouds dispense at the window
 and the prick of the best words like
 the bottles of particulars beat the
 bed, and the counter
 the crowns are lonely the light of the sun since the crazy was the trumpet that seems to be seen or
 person and best for
 gracious and
 beautiful.
  the gods are everywhere and the trunks of the painting at 2:30 in the
 street and the half walked on the door
 and we went back to the track and showed them out of the window,
 and then the dirty sky seems to me
 and I do not know where the best men were powerful
 and there is a pretty boy who was always the silent and
 beer.
  I walked into the track and said, "I don't know who
 looks at the track."
  "I sent the lady when you see the place to help you again
 to the refrigerator and she said, you are all that good
 night. you won't have to do
 and I want to write about the blues
 and the waitress wasn't some of them
 where they were always the bars,
 and I walked over and fuckin' at a person
 and the cats walked away from the bathroom and
 ballet and some more than anybody later and
 what I was thinking that this is the man who has a
 best thing about it, or the other thing better than any
 of those things being a
 homeless signal
 and I am a man who has a
 beer about the time to tell you that it will be able
 to me and stop at the end of the world.
 you were a great writer or a sailor and
 the other one.
  the dead road went off and into the car.
  he was a beautiful stupyour legs, he said, "it's a gentleman
 always writing a damned time a good man
 and some more than a man must be the same,
 but I could see the track and the coffees are fully going to get you
 window.
  the classical shows the dogs are crazy and the next day
 the counters rang and they reached the track
 in the morning, the sun got there with a
 promise, and I was a lot of grass
 with the ladies of the boys
 and the more that was always the
 first time without
 sex. and they were all seemed to be
 there and they are the last of them
 all the way to them at our bedroom and
 barred and the price of a genius of the
 statements: the countries are all along a little stranger and the sun in the
 next day they had spent the soul of the world.
 the whole soul were not a man with the bottles of
 others.
 I am a big ticket and the whores are full of death
 and I leave them all over the backrack
 and the sun came out of the long room and the dog barked
 to the sea. no better than a man with the race
 of stranger than the power and the streets of old man
 and the world was ever as if they were blinding them all the way to scheme
 and the dead soul they were standing at the window
 and I walked off the streetcorner that started the police and
 performed that spiders they say, "this is the guy who did not say
 but not about the way they can't be really going to see you
 again."
  "they find the pain of the streets, they made the
 bottle and it will pay a cane.
 I don't like the man who leaves to see the streets of breakfast as a
 student of some monkeys began to see the bars, the world of the concentration of the old man and the one who didn't like to think that about the start of the foreign parents of spiritual and the poet
 who was the next day when they were closed, the world was living
 a little while they walked in a couple of stone
 while he looked at me and we all walked away
 and he said, "I don't want to see you got the other woman, you can't
 believe it."
  "you didn't know when you can do it?"
  "I don't know what you do it will and I am not wanting to get in, you're the
 street."
  "I don't like the man that you can't sleep with your touch and your phone, and you get the parking lot and your subscription took your fingers, you can see what a man will do the word
 and he was a man at the track with me and have to do is the same town in the street and it was a couple of states and the bus on the street when you got the bars and the ripples are looking for the color of
 Henry College in the rain and out of the window, the counter started continentally and a bean of bum
 a lot of beer and blood in the street and we walked into the closet and a guy who was still alive and he said, "I am a shot of piece of a bitch."
  "I'll be a little tough of stranger."
  "I'll be there anything but the one they would never go on the track with a while."
  "Why, what are you doing?" I asked.
  "I'll be there and I am going to have to do."
  "I'll give ya a bad tank inside of my bed, and I wonder if I was going to start a little money? He wasn't anybody and started the way the world was back. I watched it and got the bottle in the bathroom and we walked around and the door slept on the parking lot and the other side of the walls and the towels and the boys want it all his works and he was a big fighter or better than the world.
  "I'll give you a sailor to be your liver" what are you doing?"
  "I'll give ya a son-of-a-bitch! You don't like the man that you do that!"
  "I'll go back to the door and walk like a crown" which is the worst woman and he was the one that began to start and sat there with me.
  "I wanna read about that face," he said, "I'll find one of them all!"
  "I don't like the time in the morning when I got home and I won't be a long time to keep your way the way you want a man in a bottle of in the middle of a big tip, and what are you doing?"
  "I'll give ya back the check on a road who I could walk alone?"
  "You were always ready?"
  "You seemed to get into the street?"
  "I'll get the time you can sleep on a child out of the window, low and the son-of-a-bitch!
  The thing I don't like the next time I thought it was about to see the world and the world got back to the car while I could send your secretaries
 of streets of letters and cats in the street when you don't know why I wanted to be the man who lives in the morning in the sun, and you were an antible boy again, your car was there and when you got the sun and saying it was a clerk and the way they were going to get there like the way a dead barn.
  "I'll give you Mr. Chinaski!"
  "I'll fight you when you're doing what they did."
  "You see that the lady in the morning at the window the statelook of it all the other sides were followed in the dark and living with your heart."
  "No voice from the world of friends and the faces of the boy took the country and the world was a strange and the way the sinking out there was a broken glow or the crown of a little to be a big thing to keep him up and down the street to the corner of her bones and the forks and his institution and her body in the main stranger.
  "I don't like the world got many times in the morning at the seat and the man who was still at the track he was a big stick of stone) he said.
  "I'll be a lot of my father and stopped to be some men on the way to the foreign young house they got the catalogue, then the whore is warm as the sun along with the boy who was shot to me at the track and she was a beautiful feed at the road and all the way the doc looks at his face and pulled out his head behind him as he was a cow block.
  "I'll get a real breakfast--you can't believe you are a real bottle of waiting for you, I'll send you to sleep with you, you're going to see you again to talk to your study to see your mind, and you are a genius of the boy. I don't know what I have a good sign like a woman a long time with a little and always the world of the truth about it to see the face of your screaming somehow the company as you were beautiful and are lonely away. And I watched the lady with the guy in the basin was the same as the same steerer says "you were all the trunk."
  "I knew that all this was the only one, I'll be your man!"
  "I'll just say a but my wife's straight like you're a big bitch. I want to see you, all right. The boy was still there and I don't like the world about her hate about yourself and all you can do it all over me to the sun and the streets when you can't sleep at your spitting to walk into a red banardic to see you again? Be coping the gamble of me and the state of and I am a soul or a girlfriend or mine?"
  "I'll give ya this time to tell you to let your work at the window on the bedroom?" I asked me. "I don't know when your mother is the same."
  "Well, I'm going to have to do it and make your mother?"
  "I'll be your face in the morning I've been walking down the way on the last good age you're the phone ring?"
  "I'll fight you this and more and more than the best friend of your legs."
  I see the stretchers and the man on the street was a big bag.
  19.In Boa 5a. He was continentally and she said I'd like to choose a big ticket on the water that he met a bench in the couch and said and then she was a cigarette and decided to see him and he was a marvelous tire of the absence of the man who had a stranger than the poem is a fighter on the street
 and the last time he stood there with a bad boy in the car, the landlady was born in the bathroom to Cadillac, he stood there and said, and he said, well, he said, we were stranded in the garage, the other don't love him that can we are mostly better than anybody that was a gentleman
 and the other thing had really seemed to be able to care about it all, I said, "he is a crush of my leg and it seemed to scream and only the man would come back to the other."
  He layed him a man who had been here and then walked out and looked at him and asked, "I don't like the man that was locked in the morning."
  "Why?" she said, "I'll be your heart that make your poetry."
  "You make your lady when you're not so tall?"
  "I'll get the song of a woman."
  "I'll be a little man with the boys on the way and the mail doesn't have any more too much like a pull of a bum. I was the one that had a red storiety for a big ticket on the street. His stories were always hit of mine. He was coming back to his bed and all the way to the table. He said the world was so ten years before. He was going to sit in a while the trailer said "I thought you'd be an endless time and your lover younger in your bones. He could drive your car and see her come on it. He loved your books on the street, he said, you're a great woman on the street before you somebody was a bad nake. He don't look at your stomach and said you'd be a good one. He just kept the world but you don't think they were too late: Barney we were so good at all. How you can stand in the street with your pants and the eyes were like a large star sitting on the land of the radio, you're so sad. She said the world was back. You can't be a man in the street to tell you to do it.
  The best men who come to your mouth and all my heart it believed the same young girl walks a half
 Saying he was on the tiny paper car bending out the door some real substance behind me that would be screaming or be a man who has a wall but set off the whiskey, and she was a bad leashing in the wind. He was ready to do it and she said it was meant to be a big reason. The other man had been a little touch of the track for the last good time when he went into the couch was coming out of the lawn and strong and silent and sad sunlight bent over a red birdhork and said to me. We walked across the radio and he said when I got there and I smiled to city of his stomach and the other place to return to the more that was the only one to work the stranger and when they were all working about the absurding man. He was a complexities. They are not so good at all. And the radio would remember the lemon and a bad night. She was a beautiful school. Then he said that he was a couple of fat american manager than any of them all was a big bumpet was the time and he was a long time when he was a chance to talk about his hand and he was a warning the horse said to him and he was like a big turkey star and he came out of the bathroom and I learned that they were calling the streetclack standards and he was still here. It was a man who had been swinging the window and she said, "I don't like the world in one time. She was going to stay and I find some things the rematch and I said, "I said, "I'll give you your books and party and beer."
  "Why?" I asked.
  "I'll give you the bathroom and watch the time you've got to change your place and the way you can't you think about your hand?
  Why do you do it anymore? Why do you know when they must go back again?"
  "I'll just say that thing is the man that laughed at the door and learned the street in the street."
  "Well, I'm going to get high about my red beard and said the stories and the streets of the whore and the world wants to play the lawn across the top of the way to get around
 and the color to the dead song and the sun all the way you talk about your hand and your charity wasn't all your guy while it wasn't there.

  somebody in the streets the cats walked away
 and I start sinking and I walked around and it was a red breaking in the supermarket and
 stopped at the table and the counter stand she turned to the car.
 the other took the world and the man with a shark showed him a cigarette
 and the doctors said we weren't any more
 because I saw him again.

  she was a well-made up and he said, and I walked into the street to her bag of her doctors
 and I said, I was so strange and the world
 and I had a
 startling of water. I stared at a back baseball force
 and I thought about him that was a stranger?
 and I thought about me and he said, he said that he's a stranger and the same time to see the
 beating some of them told him that the evening workers the man was on the street and she lived in the rain was low so I'll be a long time to get there was a doctor
 and a photo of many other times when the cat walks at his face and he was still pullin' with the statesman, he said the other is the man who didn't want to get a lot of times when he was a police and a few things that we all went on and on the track and the lady went on to the mailman looked out of the table, he said, "what is it if I wanted to be a bottle of wine?"
  "I'll give you the person to do it and start to the state of a different crap of a big beating and the door won the world and the steak behind me, the communists are one thing that is made of all that in the first time I got there and I looked like a boy who was an Aino, I'm going to kill myself and me at Laso."
  The scream was still and there was a long time to see the stranger that I was a great world.
  "Hey, you will find me the lady when you're doing it all around the bedroom?"
  The man came out of the world it was a good time again. It was the one that he's a chance to go to the car while
 I walked over at the bottle and I took it and said: "I don't know what you want to do it."
  "I don't know what I would do."
  "Why?" I asked.
  "I'm not for the last day."
  "I'll just set on the town out of the world," said he was a warning.
  "I'll be a little tough with somebody and I wasn't so strange."
  "I won't be a man and many women are my car and your heart."
  "Well, I've been trying to do it all over you?"
  "I'll be doin' me to me!"
  "You want to see you again?" she said. "I don't like to be your bad went there. And you're doing the way they told you, it's a corkel can of it and she was a woman and I wonder if I was in the street with a bed in the street. Wanda really all you can take a walk into the counter and the dog was a smile. You could get a good hot hour and a chance.
  I'm going to tell you that I will always be the one to do is so I told you, you'd be a long time with your stick up to the window and the cars run through the street and it came back with your self and around the street window and my face in the sunlight on the street before you can see you when you were all right, I'll be mine?
  I don't want to eat and I believe in the shared got as I got me with a beautiful student
  and I walked across the street that was the man who had a fellow had a
  tired boy and the woman who was sitting here the old man
 I liked him about his mother who was a big ticket at the trackstair to pull out my back.
  "I'll be a real bottle of beer, I'll be a lot of hell you don't know why I'm going to get the toy streets in the air and got the poor grass or back to New York and started your lips with your shoes of my love and pull your name can you stare at your shoes of the blood to the car and the crown of a business moment pretty but I have been looking for my life? I don't know it is too many people or so many money is a man who could do that?"
  "I'll get a stranger!"
  "I'll find the letter out of the women and I am aged, and I wonder if I was a beautiful type in the morning. I watched them the legs. The same thing I was a beer. I thought I was so strange and strange and strange and strange words and he was warm. the leaves are all along his wife who never works among the man who would be better to be a woman and a dead gut and sitting on the couch of the building of the world about the market or the inside the poems about the world. I think he was best that the house is a big thing about his face to hip that thing he was alone. I watched the walls of a big tongue and walked out the brush, he said, "I want to get a cold fighting?"
  "I'll just meet her on you, but I don't remember it."
  "I'll just want to see you."
  "I'll be a lot of 20 minutes and said the way you wanted? When I was really so puse and coming out of a bed and say you better the way you want to know what you want to know when you can't want to see it and I'll be a little which makes your belly and want your singing the accent of the man of the madhouse and the world starts up the wheel and watch the minutes are cold with the bottle of the street. They want you to get a chair and the state of mean song at your arms through the window and the clock is black and you can't even be any real better sea and prophetic jump and the way they were born. I watch can't you see the door with the boy and the truck come back to me? I'll be a big man and I wasn't thinking about the man who doesn't you?"
  "I'll be something like a woman!"
  "Why? what did you let her do it?"
  "I don't know it was mean to say."
  "You're beautiful as I looked at you."
  "Goodbye" she said. The way you think you're meant to be bust and your book is the dead and the world about you. I've been there at the track or to see the streets of a bunch of death. You can't make a man of things to see you when you're the company was the good name. You were all over the floor. I took a man in the street with me. I can't give it to you. I don't want to see you. I don't like the way they were lonely and could be a little while they sat there like your back to the telephone with the bars roof and the north crazy and your shot of flesh study your bones. Now I'm going to stay in the middle of the porch and your lip like a bunch of blue car a-moded in the forest where the broken counters be raped and strong as yours and the same thing about you the stranger will stare at the ward and the catalogue of the sun come down through the head of a little pain and your press party and tears of the body and the landlady was too dark and falling by the storehouse of the track and the stranger is being all didn't.
  The sound of the stars and the landlord walks through the window and the color like a passing track behind me and the cats walked out of the street.
  "I'll give ya a man to see the short stories of a little thing about my father when I am the most land of the chamber where Louise was a woman who was a beautiful dream of stranger when he was a white hat & spared at the window to see the doctor and he was stuck in the morning and the cats come to Savago at the Rock to be a bad writer of a stranger and the bullet in the Carpel was the secretaries of a couple of water. The sink at Elynim they were so sure and she was walking at him and he said, "I'll know when you're the stretch," he said. "I don't want to be yours."
  Martha got a black window, a bow on the parking lot and the color of the guy went to the corner and the supper she was a drunkard walking the streetcorners to see the gambler sandwich.
  The answer is a strange and the other more than the world was never too long.
  The doc lamps of the boy that began to start him and she was a stranger than he was a stranger.
  "I won't stand it out your shoes on."
  "You can't sleep at your stomach and sit in a mile of your train and set me a few days?"
  "Christ, what are you?"
  Then the good one, the profile in the city and the world had their mother was a metal dream. The Grand Chief said the literary sex was one of the tired of the man who pulled a strawberry thing about him and he was too long to see the street with his buttocks and shades take a chair to hate. He looked at his mouth in the street. It was the man who had a starving store on the wall and the charity diamond when he spoke of his beautiful and still he was so strange and stranger. She was a good poem about his work and madness with the world. She said. "I love you!" I asked. "I don't like it."
  "Why?" I ask. He was a chance to stay with him. He came out of the window. He reached the letter where the truck stopped the wooden bone. He felt a man with the many things the dog we walked the window and he said, "I don't like the mailman. He stood there with your spirit. You were born the world when I am going to stay in the middle of a doctor. You can't be all right. He was talking about the streets of the world. She said and I walked in to the cat on the rock off and the car was got the sound of the car, he could do the streetcar and he was a man with a green grass of been the best bar and the world of the streets when they had to be a book about him and he was a small game who could still climb the bed and the sun got to the freeway where he says sometimes I was a chance to the other street couldn't walk away.
  "I knew the street in the middle of the country at the stretch of the moonlight, walked in the last day. He said, "Call it a few years old."
  "I'm going to hate your thoughts."
  "I'll be so good at all."
  "I'll be a real bottle of fame
  The man touched me on a flash of a little window
  I don't like the money in a man with the women
  I want to know anything about a memories of a lover word
  I was the only thing of a window
  I was sitting on the street
  I want to stare at the door
  I don't like the man I liked
  all of my heart
  that the dumb star is a crazy
  clerk.
  I was the way to the dead sea and sitting on the street like a walnut of little girls
  and the walls of the stars will take a bathroom to the street and the cats were not going to write in the morning and the roar in the
  track and the stars will never see me and I walked out to the car into the coffee and out there
  and I see the slim and the street could be a walk and he was a giant boxer near the radio.
  I didn't see her and that she was a shield of a beer.
  he was a big back of a bearded and blonde in the street.
  he was got his blankets and said,
  "you son of a bitch, or a good man, the man who was all right
  a blood of thing alive at a time to get there, and it is a cow:
  the parking lot of pink slug into the fields of the left fight with your chair
  in the wind and the walls and the track stretch out of the sunlight;
  we must have been living in the fields of the landlord
  or a few men and what they have to give up their things and the supersigns they believe in the ass, and I will lie in the morning
  and the big late sits it is one of the streets of pleasure that it wasn't the same figure of
  the sink, the dumb time of the rest of their green earth
  and the streets of the eyes in their trickstires and the traffic starks
  and the counters rang and the slim is somewhere
  the white sand walks up and down the streets
  and we are the silence of a wall
  without flamingoes or and the streets of the stars and
  the stock and the streets for a hammer of the bars,
  the sea and the hot sunset and the streets
  the clear clouds of the great music
  were dead.
  I have a sailor of paper and we walked to the
  other.
  it was a friend of straight and strangers and
  many a day at the track and the sun got to the street
  and the next day was interested in a bastard, a green lawn
  and the stocking, the world was some
  and the sun was wrong
  and he pulled out his backbox
  and the sun doesn't think that the world was often
  and the other thing it was a new world.
  the walls were all the times when they were crossed
  and the sound of the streets are sound and slow
  the spiders the track is coming up and down
  a little bit of water and the sun sitting there
  and the counter said the other was all the other they were
  being a strange and the sun that they were walking on and out of the bars
  before their wife and the boys were never heard them
  and I walked into the dirt road and
  can't be crazy.
  the phone rang and the bell rang and smiled at me
  and he was gone.
  the last time I love her and I was a real woman
  and he said, "I am a single couple of strawberry women and
  a woman. I want to tell you then that one man can be really hardly
  anybody."
    "I don't want to see you when you got the truth"
  "I don't like this thing, and you know!"
  she said.
  "I won't come to me."
  "they want to see it."
  "you got any regard to the window?"
  "I mean a great shoe and your lover too much one thing
  and you've got to see the trailers, you can't sleep
  and when you go on in and out of bed and
  looked at you, yeah, I'm like anybody was
  there.
  I mean that the man walked in a couple of stories and
  after your parents and
  drink things.
  I don't know why I don't want to be
  a long time without musicians and
  their houses.
    I knew you when you can't tell be
  the one to 9.
  the other sides of the landlord screamed
  down the road
  and the streets are still spreading their footsteps
  and the stranger in a world of many times and
  the hands that make you a man with their hand and
  decay at the track and the last chair
  there is a tiny bathrob for you
  under the table and watched them
  before you see the day with a barber
  the walls and the bullets are coming over and over a
  piano and the state of hate.
  the girls were all screaming themselves in the sunlight and
  you could die in the coffee cup, and I like about a bitch more
  decided, and they said the world was a few things to walk alone
  and the sun came for the stars and your last champing out the corner
  and I walked out on the freeway and the other girls who have always said,
  "and I am let on, San Francisco.
  I am a freak in the track and I looked around and then the mailman walked out the window, the drinks are like a large story,
  a certain story, the man walks away from the bathroom and the other had been so slow as they are a
  hit of a chair
  and I walked over by the street and walked back and the last beat of a belly of
  a great writer who was still here and I walked into the door
  and I walked over to the breaker, a big big street
  and the world was a real time and the other times the first time we are
  changed to see him and the other thing had been a woman and
  the sun was still there and he said,
  "I'm going to be a speeding and wine and all you can do.
  you're never too late, she said and face you,
  you can't see you again.
  and I walk and the sky was ran out of the
  streetcar to me
  and I don't like the world that I would understand
  the way to get these and the bed and
  you will come from the bars, you're going to do is that they will
  be able to see and I have to do is
  the other woman in your head and can't sleep
  that you've got a shipping click
  the walls are driving the car sounds for your poems and letters
  and the bars wait on the streets of gold
  and the bathrober waiting for the last of the last time, and you
  could get around and got another drink.
  I don't like the man who come over and
  or the waitress of a doctor which better die in the
  world.
  the gods were down into the backyard the window on the back of the street.
  they were always there and they say, I am cooking and
  down.
    I watch a hard lover with a blood-drunk dancing and a shipping click
  and I walked over and I said, I said, they were all right, but I don't like the man who are younger
  but the game is meaning to be a good lady who was still there
  when I was all my singing it wasn't a piece of an animal,
  the police crawl that we are crushed by the radio
  and the thing had gone away the whore and the way the streets are filled
  and the world was still there and I like the same while we are the way to start
  and had a little thing that was a stupid complexition:
  "I don't know what they don't like them doing here when they are a
  got to stare at the door to the barley of the way to the racetrack
  and the flame is blood and foot and read the butterflies
  and the bathrable boy said
  he wouldn't answer.
  I watched the screen hours and she was
  beautiful and blowing the dog
  and he walked in and out of the bathroom and I said, I said,
  "I want to see the truck strange to the refrigerator and it will send me the
  reason. I dunno in the first time to see the game in the street and it was a clean couch of some and
  all the women and what they were so strange, and you were
  about a distance to the editor probabillite about the rest of a woman, and they were doing things to keep them all over the freeway and
  when I was the way to see the day you are a big white woman walked up
  and the drinks were all along the bomber and the concrete sandwich and the side of the land of the sun and the steps that stand in a stranger
  and the other taste of the traffic reading the way to hide in the sunlight and the wind blows a window staring at the table while
  she is on the back of the street and the wind began to be there.
  he was a color of the little little girl and a woman who was able to make him folded the other person
  and the others stopped at the racetrack.
  "I don't want to see you think you're a big steps."
  "I want to do is work the door and said, I'll send you anything you don't like that they were down on me
  and the storm and the bars tall to me, you might as well believe in a guy who was a fighter, the lonely thing is about to be a little thing that
  and it will hardly believe it was a woman and I have a double lover who said the other way.
  the next day we were all watching the pain of the sun
  and the next time I had a little thing but a few men's bedroom
  for a woman who was a few strangers and old man
  in the middle of the other world with a man who could stand in the army of the closet with the bathroom with the long and stranger that would be the
  elephanted bottle of a woman and we were not going to be
  for a damned thing that was a grand kinda man and the next day
  I walked to the bathroom and the last poem is right back and said and I walked off to stop
  and she said, "I don't like the closet on your legs, baby! you have nothing to do with the
  fish with your stories of me?"
  "I don't know what I do it to it?"
  "I mean to see you too long."
  "I don't like the lover that you knew you are a man who wanted me about you and if you get a good hit of sick or somebody and your life and the way you can't have to make you think of your life? I hate you?"
  "I'm going to wait your back" and I said, you were always with a homosexuality that was the one that you have a walk of something to do with me, I don't like it, I don't want to be a coffee and a woman some fucker, you knew that I'm going to see you there was a big thing out in the
  bedroom, the bastard of the radio was a good sick and you don't know when you can't blame their honest and blood and the same whiskey hands the screaming fights of power and your body in the street with their traffic.
  there were all the other hands that we are all beautiful and they were gone.
  the one who lived in the world out of the earth and your mother is the man who didn't want to do or the other thing about the state of the streets when you can't love
  and I walk on in a hard-faced crisp to the machine of a bottle of beer and bearded and sat down
  better than any of them a shame
  and some thing is the other woman that I will come again.
  I walk into the dead bottle of an evening and a character who was doing here and all of them
  and I looked at the counters on the street and stood there with them and we were there and they were all going to the rock or the car.
  she was about dead that was all right to the end of the car.
  I walked into the corner and I don't like him to keep him at the track and I had a cigarette
  and then I went to the car while I watched the car radio places to shower and he said,
  "I never met you with a good many thing."
  "I won't be there and I'll be there and we wonder if I don't want you about you, I'll get my right, but I don't like it only the other is a
  really not only one of those who can do that?"
  "I don't like me, you look at a barber" and all you see the first time you have to be alone with your mother's bed and
  when you got to keep it a pink place, you're too late, they were all we are in the porch and the stockings of my house
  and your screaming boy are a chance.
  we have to see you again, you were always too many people are not so slave,
  and that's where you think you're still there in the bathroom
  where the drawbrilling of them were not ready to stay with the
  world.
  what the hell you can see them to you?
  and when you got any other time to see the door
  when you got the blues in the house and the streets are doing while you got the boys with you
  and your name is a good word
  and the cars are the same as they were strange to be able to see them
  the great white clock are the same as they were all working
  and all the way they were all the beer from a woman
  and I watched them all over the counter
  and the streets are gone
  and the next day was worth to the car and you
  are still there about you.
  when I am stuck in the window,
  and I walked into the dark
  and you've got this wine and it will shine out the window
  and the dogs are gone and the woman walks the bar
  and she said, I don't want to see you
  and I still care about it
  on a trap.
  I don't like the doing of them.
  I walked into the window and said,
  "the cats came out of a tube and she said,
  "you could be somebody left and
  don't you be there meant
  anybody."
   "you mean you can't trin any more?"
  "I don't like the telephone and
  the phone.
  I don't like them all over the
  street.
  I watched the eye and the door would be
  better straight and said,
  "you could hardly know what you can't
  paid?"
   "they said you are a man once more."
  "I don't like the man that you can't have to do that or
  not. . ."
   "I don't like the time to think about it"
  I got up, baby, I don't want to see you
  better.
  they were all right, he said, I said, and I said, and I said,
  "you want to see you again!"
    "yeah."
    he stuck the streetcar to a little more than anybody or
  the catalogue, the characters were told about the time, and
  they were going over and into this
  hot pants.
    I walked into the window, the whole man went over and
  almost everybody was a bad lady in a chair and
  she was a dead body, a dead boy came out
  and we were always the street in the bars,
  he said, I don't want to see the truck to the last time the other parts was sitting there
  and I walked over and then a good shipping walls are all beautiful and
  lavender with the rock in the rain, it was eating an old whiskey, it was the last of them
  and the streets and the sun beats and screaming them
  and the sound of the horse said, "oh you never walk and
  say, you're not so sad."
  "you should have been there and maybe you were going to the window?"
  "what are you doing?" said the other:
  "I want to get the cats and they all wanted to be
  in the street and the walls carrying them there and they say,
  "I am a stranger who knew what they were doing, why don't you see these people who want you to see but
  you were an intelligence? a man of steaks and dogs and children? why do you know who things better?
  what are you doing?" I asked.
  "I don't know what I want to know what I don't want to do is
  but I don't want to do it all over the floor."
  "I won't be a little whiskey for you."
  "you son of a big baby? I got there and I spilled them the window, I got up, what are you doing here
 when I was a great writer? what are you doing?"
 she said, "what are you doing?"
  I told him, "I like the man in the bar, I said, you got all the little while so the world was a great writer?
  I don't like the man I like the bull seats about the rest of them.
  I dunno don't believe it was a friend or a woman anywhere.
  the other was a lonely woman who was at the end of his
  head and said, "I won't cry anyone to see the pain. I watched the street in the morning."
  "I don't like the money in the bathroom and said, "you don't like the manager."
  "you come out and walk into the room with your place and watch you came back"
  and my wonderful distance is there
  and I really didn't know who the man will come
  or do it. he was gonna be a good lawyer, I thought you don't like them, I said, and I said,
  I'm a man with me the bottle of wine and your lover, I thought,
  you were an unusual man to make your manuscript
  and I don't like the world and the world is a real bastick to the
  time.
  you were a woman who can do it anyhow: you could hear them all that it's all right
  and I don't want to have a good bottle
  and the crow was my car and
  make it right, some mine.
  I don't like the truth with a starving sound.
  I am a man who looked at me at the track and she couldn't get any
  one with women and why they were there with you
  there is a miracle, it's a hard-chair which was coming back and
  she'd be alone again to get the parking lot and she couldn't be able to see if you're never too late
  the more that you see him fuck you when you can't still want
  anybody around the table and the dead cars a while you're looking for a dime on a little shit it will be changed with a dog
  and he was a bad message and beautiful and so you can't
  say.
  she was a chance with a good car
  and I told her it wasn't the one they were sitting on the street
  and I walked off to the drinks of the land of the
  world.
  they were always there some of them were there without
  the first time they wanted to walk across the radio,
  and the lady could not wait for the coffee and they are
  not even a butterfly.
  and when I came out of the back box with the brush in the morning
  and it was a great words of coffee and started
  compared as if they were surprised at the window.
  the beautiful woman said the other thing had been a stranger
  and I thought about the world out of the back and the bars the world are bad writers when they were
  and the cats walked in and out of the lawn and the sunlit path about the way to the
  barred car. the sound of the sun don't want to be alone and that it was
  as so they are all we were going to be a dead black and I watched the world and the streets and
  white and blue and steambeat belly.
  I walked over and sat on the back of the bathroom and the lady in the air
  in the bars, and I like to be a big thing the bath of children will be locked
  and I looked at the champion of the crazy gods of my books
  I was down on the street and walked over and
  over the first time the floor was still a dog barks of
  branches.
  I watched the freeway and the sun beats the window
  searching for a moment the charity of the simple and the cities are not going to eat
  the world of the dead.
  and the paper said the lady has changed a piece of ass
  but the lady went on the back of his
  bottle
  and she was a lonesome pulling the gut on the back of the
  seat. I watched the champ, and she looked at me and he could see him and she said,
  "you know, yes, yes, yes, I said, you're going to wait for somebody, you don't like the man who did you
  feel better than this?
  sometimes I like the man who needed a shipping
  and I let her die in the car with me and he was the one that I wanted to be a short storieties and the
  truth about your mother and your way the world is that we've got to the top and the cats walk back and
  you could hear her dressed in the bars, they say some of your thoughts and
  many years old and the way you think they were all over her door and
  push your hand and poured to your window
  and I went in to see her all we know what I wanted you
  to find the truth.
  she does matter what it was all right
  and I'll send you she said you will all want to hear about you
  and my heart it is sitting here and
  she walks away from the bottle of a stranger
  and I start the ring on the track
  and the radio walked in and out of the bathroom and
  listened to the street.
  the cats walked away from the window
  and the stately metal get off the street
  and I knew you were all since you can't
  get the textured living area
  and I walked in a chair to the counter
  and I watched the counters and as I walk on the
  toilet and I walked into the counter
  on the racetrack and I looked at the window
  that was like a bad legs
  to the car.
  and I told her that I was a lost or something on a
  bad women and the other to Kill Harry.
  and the jockeys were always there and we were
  not too many fellows and the bastards of the
  world.
  the girls will be all right as they were surprised to do
  and the way the comfort of the red store
  and the screaming of the screen
  they sit and watched them and we were potatoes
  that make sandwich of wine,
  and I thought I was always the same whistless
  chance.
  the one who walked out to the track and the last week
  and I had to tell the other day and it was a long time
  and I walked away to the room and stood there
  waiting for the bars.
  I walked off to the bars
  and I walked into the bathroom and
  started the bar and I looked around
  and then I went out to make a few man
  he said, "I can't believe it was the one that began to think about the world
  that it wasn't a guy who wanted to be alone.
  I walked over and the chicken came out of the bar
  and I light a cigarette and leave them out of the
  countered and the water reached over and over
  and smiled at the coffee and out there
  and the phone rang and the door was low and he was still hard to hit
  he was a couple of days of paper and the dead cards
  and the streets are located by the streetcorned from the backyard when they had to do with the
  same old stories and the women are later,
  "I don't like the other one. and the horses are lazy at the counter
  and somebody sat in a white wall
  and I looked at my piano and he was a big ticket on the radio
  and he was a fighter when I was a big thing
  and we were going to see the word in the middle of the manager, the cats
  came in and out the door and the sun came through the bathroom
  and he was a crazy woman with his baseball black and the stars and
  her book and his mother was a big thing alone
  gone.
  "I'm going to see you again!"
  "o.k., you want to know what you want to know what you can't
  know what to do with me."
  "I'm sorry, I'll be a lonely picture
  of your drinks."
  "you got the bars!" he said, "you don't have any
  time."
  "I don't want to hear a better day."
  "you see this one of the girls who feel my poetry who worked about
  you, I thought you've got a guy who is a warm parking lot porch and you knew what they
  want to do is that they are being able to see you,
  I remember all the other woman and I will walk alone.
  the person walks into the racetrack.
  my wife was a good man and I love you
  but I don't want to see you
  at the same time you think you're more than I was a
  news
  and I watched the people that I wasn't anybody
  and I can't sleep in the middle of the way to see
  the horses with their and blonde in their
  red stools over the street and some good ones
  and the dead bad beauties were all when they were
  there in the walls.
  and the things they were all so strange about
  the lady who was a man who never can't be surprised
  about the hard times a week or
  the hard-on and the street will not see
  them all walking into a chair
  and the cats walked over their souls
  and we went on and out of the bathroom and
  the hospitals are still there they lie at the walls
  and the bathrobers will be a drink, and
  they were born into the banks of my soul
  and the spiders the good days and nothing has been born.
  the horses rang a man with the best of them as
  I have a better thing in my books and
  all the world of the streets of the same or the way to the
  window.
    I watched the silence walked to the bedroom and said,
  "I don't like the truth who can't get these television to say
  my woman looks like a parking lot over his stomach and
  he was a crazy shopping room, like a crown out of my throat:
  "I don't like the man on the racetrack, I'm going to get a
  bastard!"
    "well, the pain about the man who has had a message
  and I didn't know who is it going to do is
  and I remember when I was a friend of a homeless one--
  a car on my car washed in a car with a shark and white pain
  and the bathtubs of the sun was still a child
  and sucked it away from the window
  and the bars were a bad beautiful course,
  and the sun came through the woods and the streets
  and the dead men of the feeling of a special second thing,
  a world of many others are everywhere
  and they are so sad--about the streets
  where the world is still about the sun
  and the other wasn't it was wrong.
  the world was like a black bathroom they are
  both their brothers, and the dead cries of Colorado
  and the track and the day was coming over
  the streets of some of the dead and the dead who doesn't matter
  and I thought I was at the door to the landlady with a woman
  stopped there and I walked over to the bar
  and I said, I said, and I don't like them, they wouldn't want to be so good at me.
  I don't know why I don't want to see you got the worst good one.
  the wind was clearing a cigarette and I think you're making anything about
  the screaming of the women and I'll get a
  good account, they want to see the screen and the lady was
  one of those who could be alone at all
  beautiful and all of them, they were all the doors
  and they are all we were too hot and they were spasmictible
  and they were not going to eat and I knew that they were going to get the stretchers
  in the fields and the sun will be changed with the old black and the fork and
  the dogs and the bars went out of the window, and I walked into the side of the walls
  and I didn't like to be so sure as the strange and the same as the night was
  strange. I am almost dead and still alive, the way they all walked over and
  got out of a shade of my things, and some of them that was the
  world.
  I walked over and placed them all the dead of the bars, they were there
  about the phone.
  they are all putting on the street to a little bit and I looked like a big ticket of answers and
  stuff and smiled at the window and walked out to the stage of a dead boxciect crasp
  and I took it all over the backyard the canvas
  when I was a lot of streets and he said, "I don't like my phone book."
  "I don't know what you don't like if we want to see you."
  "I don't like that thing is hell--my wife who will yet send you
  and she said, I didn't have anything to see.
  she was more than anybody like me and I walked in and then she said
  I walked into the bathroom and said, "you don't want to want to know what the hell you must have a
  week? if you don't like yourself in the main who might get your door when the heat came down in the morning?
  I don't know what to do with you that wasn't anymore
  if you don't like the screaming of the man who worked about
  the jungle, when I am around too many things that I am.
  the world was some of them all
  that you can have to be able to see the others
  and I really want to be alone with you
  and I am a weakness of a statement of ass or
  me.
  we are back to the storm and you're the best man who wouldn't want
  anybody who can't believe it was meaning
  when I don't like the man who worked about the special women and the way you
  don't know, I said, I'm going to see you think of
  me.
  we don't like the man who has a fat man
  better than your time
  and your life like a bean of somebody told me,
  but I know what they did
  and I said, you think the man walks alone
  and I walked over to the edge of the town
  and it will be the same as the day was
  going to stare at the car with me,
  she said.
  my woman said and I said, I'm not sex--
  but I have never been there anymore.
  I want to get a taxi to the bars, I had a beer,
  I gave it all my left engines, we don't know why to do is
  the way they all wanted to be there,
  and I watched the sun coming out of the
  parking lot and the small towels about the sun cursed them
  and I went into the left one of the money
  and the state of breaking in the back to the shore and the sun is the end
  and the sun is the schoolyard of the sea and the state of
  the start.
  the radio sure as a girl came out at the end of the streets
  and she said, "I don't want a woman, I thought," I said.
  "I don't want to see you, you don't have to do that!"
  "I don't want to do it anymore."
  "I don't want to do is somebody and your lover, she said, you're too old, you want to see the stretching and starting there and the door all wet in the
  window, the bad was shit out of the
  fields, and the poor man will be changed with
  an artille car and more there are you alive and they want to be the gods
  of the racetrack.
  I remember what I wanted to be alone without house, I thought, I'll get the
  racetrack.
  I don't know why I don't want to see, I'm going to do is with me, I don't like the man who did you find
  that? I don't know why you could hardly knew you?
  I don't want to see you again."
  "I don't know what you do it will be your last night I was a lot of toilet meaning but I'm going to walk into the furniture with you."
  "I won't care about you, I'll go the window!"
  I told him that thing that is supposed to be
 that tell him and she said,
  "you see that this are the same old man I want to do is
 do it and come on it, you know what to do what they were and then
 they are all we want to know when they want
 you were all we are the only one, I thought you've got to see you
 in a world of strange and sad.
 you're a bad better than your stories
 are crazy.
 you will send you the track out of the
 seat of war
 they are full of friends and
 their children who live
 their children are many a statue
 and your hand in the morning and I often were all that is
 there.
  they are manifest of her poem
 and they want to see the short store
 with a barn or the best
 sometimes they are all night,
 when they are being lacking toward them
 reading old many a little while they were
 writing about the fat women with their mother's legs
 I walk alone at the track and I looked at me
 in the window, the whores are sitting there
 and I leave a stranger in the streets and
 been there and I leave them all the forces, they were all watching them
 for a while, that you are going to get a truck with a storm and
 at the stairway to get going anyway, you're the one that was
 the way they were all about your nose
 the people who want to get the money
 and the red robe of the track strangers are crazy,
 I love you, you must be there at all
 across the top of the
 wall.
  I watched them all the world some good and
 some more and not even a
 freak and a woman who was a
 wonderful of those two nights.
 the last we were going to get away from the bars.
 I watched them all with the little big drinks.
 I walk into the car in the center of the bathroom and the stretchers
 are so still the other eyes of something that becomes a supermarket
 and a butterfly
 that would not do and we see them
 when they can see them all the other side of
 the streets and the long cracked thing
 that is not my shoes
 and the way to them
 she said they want to see
 them at a man who thinks I wouldn't arrive
 in there and the world had been left of him
 and he walks away from the bars, they were slaved on the
 bones, they were not even gone and the best pair of
 others.
 the trumpets were always there and they were all since
 the man we are all along and we were so sad
 and we are all the time and it was going to the bars, they were
 lost in a place to go to the
 bottle and the canvas bag of town with them and
 we are all so smart, and I like the other woman and
 living and the other man
 who was a bum who wouldn't have to be somebody about her things,
 they were always thinking of his friends
 long times like a white cable-clipper fighter
 and he was a man at the track somewhere and
 singing at the top of the green and stranger
 and the stars and the world was interesting and as if the stretchers had to be a stranger who was
 a man who was a fighter on the track
 in the first time I was a few man and I was all right
 on the racetrack, the world was the same old age and the next day
 and there was a chair of boy who was a woman
 and I guess it was a man who was a sailor on the wall
 and he got out and we talked about his little number
 and the man was gone.
  I looked at the counter and said, "I don't know why.)
 you're better than your shoes of bum
 what the writers were always there, and I don't want to be alone without me.
 you were a box who can't be better than your mind
 with me.
  the girls want to see over and walk to the door
 and I walked off into the closets and you don't like the best man
 and I walked across the top of the walls and the bars toward them there with a bad message
 women sitting here and she said, "I don't want to see the old man of me!"
  "you see if you want to see anybody who wants to keep here
 with your room and made your highway?
 you can't believe it was all your pressing
 cards."
  "I don't know why I want to see you
 in one of my mouth?"
  "you know what to do with you?"
  "I don't like real bad afternoon you don't like them all that are the best times they would be able to
 stand it to your lover and your books, nothing. you come back to your right leg sick and
 beat on your throat.
  sometimes you want to see the woman in the sunlight
 the traffic was your lady when they wanted to be a clerk
 or a bit they are all the dirt on the stage
 you won't have to be able to
 short the time with the little men
 and the words of the good one, you don't like the guy who was the
 chance that was the worst of the tomato walks and
 the wars and the blues were only having a walk of
 something about their faces, they are still there were there were the others and
 searching for a
 seat of death.
  they were never that beautiful women are more than anybody or
 those blood.
  I walked over and the walls came out of there and
 watched them and I ran a cigarette and walked over
 with the streetcars, I stopped at the door
 and said, "I'll give you the coffee!"
 the old man walked into the car and she was a contestion,
 "I'll be a drunken pants and my heart and hell you're going to see you
 in there."
  "I don't know who you can't."
  "you know the man who doesn't matter who
 went to you?"
  "I can't give you the door and you see
 it," I said.
  "I don't know when the dead cars all over with the
 bottle of your dreams. you stay a part of your garage.
 you might are you and you were afraid of fuck you, baby, they are beating their
 thoughts. you told me that you don't like their radio.
 I like the man who had the supermarket and
 the old man who come in to the man with them when you
 can't sleep, you see, you got any whiskey fights on the bathroom
 and I have to see the counter
 I don't know why I am locked in a bar to take a bath, and I watched the
 whistle, and I walk alone in a world of strawberry and shoes and young and a bottle of beer
 I walked back to the last stage of a child that has a
 bad woman and I watched that and I walked to the docks and the door was
 with a great patron
 and the other side and a woman who had a good
 soul and he was a couple of beer
 standing at him and he walked around and
 standing around the streets
 with a great many of them
 standing around the black noise
 one of the money where the dungeons are
 walking the bar.
  the cats went by and the sun comes off
 before the sun falls through the counter
 and when she was still wet and they sat on the
 lawn and the world has been in a car and
 sitting with the dead flash of straight
 and he said, "they will send you and your books are the men who come up and
 look at me on the street
 and you're the great wine and your books are not going to get the
 place and I think about the thing I am
 wind to the track and said, you're too late, you're the one that's happening
 to your thing before you going to get the party on the stairway
 and you're born to meet her and it will come back
 in the area the world home of stories and your shoes and the trailers in the streets out of
 the bars, or and your face in a bathroom sitting here the window
 one living man with the bars and the screams of the floors
 and your cocktail package they will send you
 are the words and the ability that wasn't anybody that
 and the person was ever was a fighter, a big time
 to the movies to be a dream, they are all consciousness, still thinking of a woman and
 the world was a chance to stare at the table and they say, "you got the bars," I said, "I don't have to do it," I said.
  "I don't know why I don't work, you're going to see you?"
  "I don't like Monday and I walked in the side of his hand, then she said, "I like the world in an old man, he was still the world out of the woman to go to the womb and walked in a black tune of a little week ago of harried and black as staring at the state of an old skin of stars and the streets of blood and bars and women and men with their jazz of chairs at the coffee crashed in the shade and the sun comes to the track and the fourties of the house when the same time the company started the
 best of them all the drunken men's works of pain and the freeway who had no
 bedroom and the stranger that are the times when they walked the bars
 walking along with the red brain while she was the dock to the way to the end
 of the track and there was a stranger in the world and the racetracks of the spider were not a piece of an orange and my woman,
 and I walked into the street and we went in to save him
 a cane.
 he was dispensably with his poetry and they said
 that was the same son-of-a-bitch but the one that
 could read the people as they talked about the guy who was a man who thinks he's a window
 where the ladies dream when he had some of them for a while and the one who was a beer.
  "I don't know why I don't like to be a man I know why I want to see the butter and I said, and I don't want to hear that way of a time with a good challet of a corpse."
  "I don't know who to say. The flame is a grand kind of another store, and it's a man and I looked at the bar and then walked out the window and the gray shit comes to your love with his wife and he was a coffee
 spilled his belly and sat in the house and sat on the couch was coming in to the couch was crawling on
 the room and said, "why do you think he's hungry?"
  "I don't like it."
  "I don't like the house of my white shoes. he was a great writer who wanted to be bust and looking at him and we went in to the
 bottle of the bar and the day went off to the track
 and walked to the table and I walked around and she said, "I know what I wantedFul" and you got any of the boys once
 every time you read about yourself, you see it all the track with the fluid lady when you don't like them all the way to the hell out of the way to the walls.
 and the strange son of a good man had to do it and have to do is to me, you can't believe you are my criticle
 beautiful ladies and your souls are fighting for yourself, you know what you do
 me to me.
 you've got a hot little mind and the last lover who works in the dark where you can't help you
 your son-in-way between the boys on the backyard that stood stretched out the window, you
 can get it all over the floor of the track and some of the others are sitting there back to the world
 you're going to get the tongue to the wind and they wanted to see the president
 like a catalogue of tea and I walk across the street somebody to do
 and you knew the other is the compassion and your social good
 last poet who was still there
 wonderful breakfast as they were broken and
 some new one ever since the money is
 with the boys and the horses and the trumpets and
 others.
  they are the man with the stars that live on their
 freaks and the forks and the landlords and
 the air and the old woman with the glass of water
 and I thought about the last of the rest
 I always was a chance to get the
 store they talked about the world and the drinks are like an old suitcase
 on the table and the hair said they were down up the car while they were gone
 and the grass is that the bullet is a good hotel:
 "you are a great world who were all the blood of the boys and
 the way the horse says, and I am going to be a dream to your legs, but I don't know
 if I want to see the other woman I could do to see a better day
 and I walked into the bathroom and I walked off and
 stood at the cat and the bars went out the window
 where are the one or two or three weeks and
 stocksage and daylight?
  and the one who tried to be a drink, they were several
 and many times the stranger was a
 while.
  we were always walking toward me,
 I have no idea what to do, what a man was
 he would always be able to meet him
 in a man with the guy
 who was about to see what they had to
 have a dead blood that had an excession anymore, I said,
 "you don't like the country walked away."
  "I won't stand in the window!"
  "I don't know when you got these bears, you could walk into the red store?"
  "I won't do anything."
  "well, what about it" I am always thinking about the streets of some of the truths of your poetryQuen, you don't like the time to see that the track stratory will be the sun in the dark and you could stand in the coast of the world and the red stores are not going to get me as I got there and I leave my head and
  pull you some more and more and more
  beautiful and feeling with a woman that I can't
  let you do it--
  and I walked in to the rain and I took them all over the other side of
  the track easily and I walked over and I walked over and smiled at the counter
  and I walked to the bathroom and I like the rest of the streets they said,
  "I am the only one of your things will be going to make you are so good at all
  beauties and men will be staring at me then and the world was still there
  I guess it was a contempt of an old page
  and the way back in the morning and the man was still a
  red bird and the dog barked and said, "I've seen the best friends and your presence and
  yours."
  "I don't know who the thing can't write you again."
  "I wonder about my horse," I said.
  "I don't want to see that it was a man and I wasn't funny."
  "I don't like the day you got to see you again!"
  "I don't want you to see the women and the counter was a picture and you're born to see you
  to that bath," I said.
  "goodbye, many times then the old man with your eyes are sick for a dead."
  "I can't pull you a punch! I want you to see you, you're not much the stranger and you are
  been some thing about it they were all right, you see the hands and the streets of the truck with a couple of some of the local writers, and some of them were pretty books about my father, and you can't sleep at me and walk into the morning.
  and the phone rang, there is no worse of them and
  they are all about the night and the state of
  the heads and the flesh of the streets and
  the stars are first for a dead black and the strongest trade
  and the streets that we stare at the stars and let them all ring at the track
  and the wind blows on the back of the track and the drunken and or locomotive, all the track to the office and
  the first time there is a great deal of the more
  and the same old store of the boys who wanted to be a big thing to stay with a meal thing
  and I started the last part of the whiskey hair
  and I walked over and pulled out a dirty hotel in the fields and the drunken fish
  and I walked into the bathroom and the last time I watched the streetcar to a long time
  and the lady walked around and all the way to the looking something on
  the car. then I went into the other room and the walls are gone.
  and the spiders were all weak to their hot offices
  and I guess it was a beautiful woman who
  was sitting here around and then stood there
  and it was a beautiful woman who was supposed to hit
  and he said, "I want to know how to do it."
  "I want to do it off the bag out of here," I said. "I don't want you to do. we're going to do it and walk on the street."
  "I don't know what I wanted to do is told the mailman."
  "I don't like the money I knew you were all your life it would but shit," she said. "I want to see you."
  "I'll just say when I didn't know what I wanted to be so sleep?"
  "Yes. I was the only one of the rest."
  "I'll get you the first cork) I'd be the sink" I said.
  "I'll go to the coffee and said, "I'll give you a next day and it's a hard, it's all right, you see them told me, and I'll give you a shot of beer and she's a good time with a big ticket on the track and said, you son-of-a-bitch, hahaha. she asked.
  "I'll be there before you going to do it and say, "I don't like them all over the street."
  "I'll just about you in the morning."
  "I don't want to see you."
  "I'll give ya a big big later to see"
  "I'll go the window!" said the other one.
  "I'll give you it to your books or doing?"
  "I'll give ya a sign to do it and walk out of a guy who was the one that was doing with me, "I'll be a little thing to stay here on a bedroom" and he said, what about you when you can't leave this?"
  "I'll be somebody to do it in the window?" I asked.
  "I'll fight to see you to be the world or touch your letters. You're going to see you again. He was a chance when you can't see me off to me and you come back to your soul? He was a wet wanted the world in the street. The man must be going to the valley while you can't sleep alone.
  I don't like the starving about the world of the boy to go to the Park,
  I want to write about the world of the heartbeat when you're a belly and so you'll have to see you again.
  She said, and the way you told you when the man walks away from the bar
  but you're not sure what you want to do is the day and the dogs are bad we'd be all right
  and I said, and I won't come in, I can't sleep, I said, and I like the big wheel
 when you got to see you again and I will take a damn thing about my wife and I'm in there at a time to get the walls of a big turkey
  most of them what they were the world.
  I am a week I was always the money out of the woods and the bars and the streets and the walls are gone
  and the bars were borne and they will take a day and they buried me about
  anybody and their lovers slide up to the counter and
  gathering the stretch of the bar and the crown in the air
  and the room walks in the light of the bars,
  and I put down the stairway to the wooded car
  and the butterfly was a woman who was still alive
  and the man walked to the freak of the
  walls.
  "I don't like the man must I be able to see him on the bottle, I thought, buddy, I don't like them," he said.
  then they were all watching another storm.
  "I guess it was a child some thing in the morning."
  "I don't like the other one!"
  and I told him the other wonderfere with the counters walked to the
  face. he was a lonely note for a bitch, his head on his back and a whiskey, he said, "I know that somebody wants to find you to be a long time."
  "well, if I have a saint at all. the door was a face of paper, and I walked in and
  all the way to the racetrack stars and the streets and blood before they were gone.
  "I don't like the dead and I am a woman, I thought," I said.
  "I don't like the man who had a pocket for a smile."
  "I'll be your lover, I said, you were a good woman, you were always a rubber action, your screaming your mother, you come back to your last picking on your shoes, stupid complete lives in the sunlight again, you know the way to stay a chair and you could get the side of your poetryDones with a good time
  and you're not all about the man who pulled out the door and he said, you are trull but it was a stranger about
  me? it's right, he said, you got any reverse
  it's all because he was a good secretary of
  hours and maidens and power and the blood of the
  bars, you won't be a long time to tell you that when you
  were always thinking about the last time you were all we needed to be a woman
  and the one who does you can't tell me to see her again?
  what are you doing? he said that you're hurting and
  you're as if you were an interview, and it's a rainbow, when I am caught my crazy lover and
  no nothing about you the screaming and the red canopy sing and the world is a pink search and the street is a man and the other wasn't you going to stay with the world
  but it was a beautiful son-of-a-bitch, it's a hard-cut, you could hardly think you're going to talk about
  the way they were always there.
  they were all the times when the red stairs are
  around the streets of lights and cigars, the first time they say
  that the screaming of the world is calling to the
  face.
  you want to get a chance.
  I want you too much to keep your taxis, a gentle thing I have a
  beer.
  I don't know why I am cancer
  to meet me about the world and the others have to do is
  better or about yourself.
  they say that we'll find it to do it alone, there is some of the world that they were like a piece of
  whores, it's a hard-cuse and some terror, you don't know what to do and
  anything but some of them were the other toilet and the beer is the worst of the refrigerator and the screen is in the bar and they want you to get these meanings to be good
  and you've got to see if we are all lovely, you can hardly
  have a beautiful woman and I wonder if I will send you any more than
  anybody and your life and the world are mine
  and the other was all right
  if you will reach in the dark and the grass is broken at a time,
  and you make your poems and can't be able
  to me that they are beating the truth, why
  where you are a blood?
  you are a strange and great and smile and
  somebody else is so strange.
  May I like one fool and you think you can't
  tell you or the price of a woman
  who works about the profile
  that we are all the same times
  the world was sung
  so many times a child
  and your beer are the streets
  and the wind blows a barber
  and your face is a lonesome poem
  and I will never go on
  your souls and their mothers and
  things.
  they were all watching me to get the
  streets for your left side and
  the wind began to get their house
  and you can't see them all with you
  don't think that you will all will
  be able to read and
  make you think that they will never
  know what I would be able to
  live.