Thirter [Full Poem] [Temp. 0.413]

Thirter I cannot tell is that all you deal with the world
  that you do not see me in the fire, and your spiritual lives and musicians
  and the newsman and the hard towns of the bars,
  and the world that we stared at me in the window
  the world starts in the street as the grass is broken in the bathroom
  and the streets are closed in the track and I got the beer and asked me a couple of them and the red mouth of them
  stretched out the window on the stairway to his head and a bearded paper and the other
  concerted and so many people had been there and the money in the air
  and I walked into the counter and then he said, "I don't want to get the sheets
  and the way I want to do is she said the other girls was just an accident of children, and I walked in a cigarette and I said, "I'll give you a soul?"
  "I don't want to see you."
  "well, what about you that it's all right?"
  "I'll be there to see you, I can't believe you are being a long time in the bars," I said.
  "I'm going to give it all the rest."
  "I don't like the truth" they were so clearing the bars.
  then the world was on the bathroom and we walked into the bars, and I walked to the coffee and the sun was
  back, we walked across the street and she said, "I don't know what I do it all over me in there
  and the blood was low and he's a real basinet in the bathroom and said,
  "I don't like the man who worked about you!"
  and then she looked at the end of the track and it was a name on the
  world.
  "I don't like the coffees of the world who didn't want to see that you did."
  "I mean a good clean color of a woman."
  "what are you doing?" she said.
  "it's hard to make you any"
  they are not the hands and waiting for the women and I am
  a woman in the morning. I don't like them one of them.
  and I walked over and I walked across the bench and
  the doctors and whiskey boys were not going to walk the
  elephant every dark watch the lady with a roach and the state of straight as a
  truck standing on the street and one of them were strangers and the stars and the dead and the
  windows of the beer from the dirt road and like a company and the world was often looking for an old bum with the stuff
  where the slight lives are stirring their shoes and the sea and the sun got to the window
  and the sun came out of the dead when I was sitting there and we went into a chair to the first time I watched the world between the way to the racetrack street and the sun will get
  and I walked across the radio, the first time I was a chance to get the man with the bottle of the hard war
  and the way they got a piece of paper and a long time in the dark where he was born. the other workers were all since and when he was a couple of stories and
  lives for a man who had a supportion and the other thing of such as the way they said, "I don't like the music of your shoes."
  "I don't like the world you do," she said, "you got the guy who can't be the way of really nothing."
  "I don't want to see a bum! I don't want to see you."
  he was the one who translates her head at 2:30 in the midst of the Cars--
  a great writer for me to be a detering the man who doesn't ever want to do is that it was a great girlfriend that was a stranger who eats his homebook and all the other way a chance.
  "I don't like the time you have to be the best to make you always will walk alone. you are the word which makes you always have to be so sad."
  The other was a beautiful thing I am being a long time and the old man came out at the track and the man had been here and then said, "how did you do it and when you got anything?"
  "I don't like the truth" she looked at him and we walked into the car.
  "I'll give ya a giant."
  "I got to the morning and then he's a wet of cats. you don't like them anything? I don't want to get out of the
  chairs. I love you, I can't believe it wasn't a perfect bad and they would never be able to see you again, when I got him and it will be all right
 but I don't want to see the door and said, "you probably write about the man?"
  "I'll get you the time with you again."
  "I don't want you to get it off and there are my wife?"
  "I don't want to do is it seem to be called what they have to see."
  "I don't like the money, I want to see the stretchers in the bathroom, and I walked off into the street and drove off the stairway to meet him and he said, "I don't know if I want to see that they want to see the day and they were proud of it."
  "I'll give ya back the simple animal cardboard?"
  "I mean a great writer who had a stranger?"
  "I got that son-of-a-bitch! You can't have to see you there's not even a secret person, a starving child
  and your children think you've got to sell you to be a stranger?"
  "I'll be a woman that I was a lot of time and shoes and son-of-a-bitch! Jesus, I watched the white light on the radio, he'll see the screams of old man driving a cigarette and said the one of the Markin Door would be a real bottle of wine and some of them that we are all watching them to the bars.
  "I'm going to walk into the car back the door with his arm on the track to meet her at the window, and I can't come back to her book and said, "I'm going to get you to the end of the main, I said, what are you doing?"
  "I'm going to talk to me. I don't know it, I said, you come to your lot of a belly and look into my shoes, he took your books of your belly, she said, why do you know who were a string? Why really want to do is all?"
  "I don't like much more than a good women!"
  "I'll just find me the trailer where my truck?"
  "I'll give ya a single champ" I'll be doing for the money. I don't like it then I walked over and long been a little thing before. He was a coffee and the world about the world again. He was a terrible champing out at the window and the last local beard he was on the morning to the bar and we were called a buttered and we walked into the bathroom and I said, "I'll drive you a man on the rock on the table. She didn't know what you see the same story."
  Marty walked into a trail with a beer. She said. "I don't like much more than the world got me a fairgot" and for the long and so they said, and then she walked to the counter and she walked into the lawn at the state of a car. We don't want to see him and he was a stranger and we all wanted to be a big bag.
  He was a little while we walked around and sat down. "Bear the skys on the way the man walks like a rubber to the world off the mainti-Man's ass? She said, "I don't like the strange and the red sugar."
  "She's trying to play it to Savah! How to do it all over the line?"
  "You look at me in a corner, man?"
  "I'll get the horse with a car," said the other day.
  "I'll give ya a big man?"
  The time I got the breakfast as the police and the stocking of the dead expecting and I was a beautiful son-is told.
  "I'll get a hard time with a pair on a crisp and I said so I like the man who didn't want to see the world at Rome one of the Towels, my father was the same street in the bar sack in the morning, and I reach the first floor to wait at the track again and all the doors we don't like it that was the only self with his own poetry.
  "I don't like January" I am a fresh challenge to be a long time ago and find me to be a shower who'll go on me to the moon. And I looked at my back to Mexico to San Francisco and Red St. Standay after the sun come to the barbers while the monkey means the boy who walked in a counterating of an ancient room and strange thing before the trumpet is to get there and she said.
  "I want to get a cork" and we were not going to get all there."
  "I'll just say for a foreign time with your ass!"
  "I'll give you that car and make your country?"
  "I'll give ya a quarter and I walked back between the faces of the last time with a boy who was standing in a closet for the same track.
  "I don't like the money," said the other day. I walked into the bathroom. I walked into the car. I walked out and the night had to see the table again and she left his works. She was an informity.
  "I'll be here to meet on my face. I'm going to see you, you got the hot summer and a police policy and a good man better than a dirty night or a story and I thought you can't answer for me to have a better thing out of the world of the boy. One of the best thing beside their way to see you again. He pulled out my pants and rolled a black coffee, and I guess it was about what the way down. I love you. I don't want to see them holding you the way down to the last time the world is a friend how they were a big thing that are the same things that I love it. It was a man who worked a few times I watched him the bus to the champ of a stone and I thought he was a son of a big time. She asked. "I want you to be a chance."
  "You can't walk a cat management."
  "I'll take a bad guy walking the force of my coffee!" And I felt all the time I was a few fellows. What are you going to do is to go back to the walls and say you're doing?" she said. "I don't like the truth" I said, "I'll get you the way to see you think that I'm going to do."
  "Why?" she said.
  "I'll get a real bread," she said.
  "I'll just say what I am."
  "I'll give you a short and I'll be like any more."
  "Why, what are you? and ask me if I was a man with me?"
  "Of course," said the other day.
  "You make it to me?"
  "I'll give you the seats of things -- I don't like the music of a woman who was a child
  I don't like the problems who were a boy who walked into the face of a tree and lit a man and would stand in the rain and said, "I'm going to stay on the track and stood up to my shoulder. He stood on the track and he was set out of the deck and said, "I'll give ya the red store and you'll lie at the end of the racetrack, and he said, "I know what I don't care for you."
  "I'll give you that hard time in the morning?"
  "O.K., not a poet and the same time I'm still thinking about the truth.
  "I don't want to see you got to see that mind it took your mother"
  "I don't like the thing I could buy you again."
  "I'll just one thing I didn't know."
  "I'll be a lot of money to me," said the lady but somebody else was somewhat
 worked and said, "I said," said the old cats. "oh shit," he said.
  "I'll be a little whiskey" if I was a forewey and strong with me in a cheap cheeked coat and said the way a man with the state of a woman in his stomach and he was still there and then he walked into the mouth of the paper and although the world was so slow.
  "I'll be your stuff to see you again to see you again and you want to give up a guy with your stockings in the streets with your car that lives in a room again?"
  "I'll get the god damned barn-handed into the crowds of paper, you can't see me out of your shoes off the glass room of my books and your face in the horizon the money you were always too small to start as many an old boy and the boy to be a great production to see the streets of the moon of the sky with the streets of my mother and I got the world and we walked over and overzeardle the world of the glass of white lips, the lights and the sun curses the black street that made the room with the naked head of the bridge, screaming the world of the same track of the man of the grand and the moon of the maze of the storm and the world of the secretaries.
  I walked to the morning and the chains of the man with the sun comes out of the man with the belly of the sea.
  19.In the sun and the stars and the walls of the breakers the butterflies are between the streets,
  the world was still and the sea was the same thing they are
  the world
  and the whores are the world is about the faces
  and the stranger will be able to the same time
  and the sun singing a cigar and the sun comes of beautiful and
  and the more that we are out of the clock
  and the stars are falling away their eyes in the fields and the floors of the world
  and the second bullets for the latest body of the price
  before the prophecies, their souls as if they were all about
  nothing but a storm in the dark
  all the way to see and be looking at me and
  I don't like the men do it all around the world
  and the man I saw a kind of stories and
  the streets of some of the storms.
  I have a belly a dead pace of paper and
  such a child's fingernail.
  I walked off the stairway and I got up and
  fighting for a dog.
  I had to see the short stories and I watched them all over the
  street and rolled into a stack of the stairway and
  I said, I didn't want to see the gods, I know what I am
  all the tale about the man who wouldn't come over
  and walk away. and I walked off the stairway to the earth and a cigarette and
  have a good lady who was a fighter, a woman a
  whore, and I said, I thought, or maybe at
  me.
  we are the coming and all the other days of
  who wanted to leave that to me
  when I was as if I was a beautiful speech:
  "we don't know, I asked.
  somebody thinks you're a beautiful woman, you don't have to do is that you think you're used to
  be able to eat when you don't like their eyes
  and I don't like them all that thing is
  so the pain is
  a good man who worked about the world out of the table about the world
  or the other side of the counters writing about the other man
  with that. the only thing is absent to do is
  but a different person at the end of my blue
  and the eyes are sitting here and the sun finds a shark behind me
  and I walk to the lawn sitting in the couch of your legs
  and your lover I saw my mother who wanted to be a drunken persistence
  because they were all right to the world and the stars and
  the windows of the screen and the streets are the small streets
  and the track of the streets are gone.
  I am a friend and the children slide and
  asked me about the last cigarette
  and the stars will be all right
  but they want to decide
  the beach came out in the street
  and the cats walked away the streets
  and like a child that was back and
  pulled out the window
  and the color will be completely got him
  and he was still the dead face
  and the walls are gone and the horses were
  higher: we have to do is a man once spoke of his mouth.
  he said, "I don't want to see that you can't
  say."
  "nothing. you have a hard, and he was
  a good lady who is in the air?
  I'm going to think it for you, you were always the
  rest of the bathroom and the waitress and the
  chance.
  I don't even know when they would never see
  that you want to get yourself and I'll let me in a horse
  and you're neither of us all
  but I never telling that many people were for
  them. they tell you what to do is the world off
  and what they did not know what I don't want to see
  them that they would never want to hear or when you said
  I walk into the racetrack to the car.
  meanwhile I can see the red birds that tell you the man walked in there
  it is the only one of your face which is the only one
  and the streets are not really about the world
  and your tongue is a child's in the world
  and the grass is better than the man who promises to stare
  and you talk to your mind and she got the blues
  and I watched the dirt house and when you can't
  let him want to be a woman in person
  and I don't like you when I got up and walked around and
  been there and I said, it was a man and nothing better
  anybody. I think goodbye, and I remember when I am nearing that it would know more than
  but I would be a little thing or
  the man who said, the crown is in the window
  and I don't like the truth about the freeway and even
  all the other way to the track or somebody wanted
  and the world was one of them the other man
  the way it was always the other completely thing:
  "the writer won't work you again."
   "I don't like the dead compartments of some of them
  a woman and horse is the one that was going to get back to the window, the whores are not going to harven to cheat and they gave up the storehouse of their body and
  arm and so they were going to get a red beard and watch them out of there and me
  and I walked out into the counter and I said, and I said, I said, and I walked down the road and said, we don't like them to do it all
  but the way I was working off the window and the phone rang and sat down, the lady went on, then the other tree has a
  beer, and then she said, and I said, I think, I said, I said, and I still have to do is that he was a worker and she was going to see the stately and she was a shameful state of storms and
  women and he was a great and a man and a democracy of steps and the seats and the state of an air
  and I walked over and the lady was a prick of ass we can find a beating and the orange stars and the tracks of the bus to say
  "they were the world as a shadow of spiritual driver at your garage. He was the only one of the poets and the superior fellow was still so the same old short man went on and when he was gone. and he was gone. he was a real woman who was a trunk spilled the street when he was standing at my back.
  "I don't like the time you can't be a little touch of store."
  "I'll be a real rented in the street."
  "I knew that what the hell you can't believe?"
  "I'll give ya got that woman who won the way to the wooden montch of a bottle of wine and my spirit. He always did the simple white hair was standing in the doorway and walked back into the wood of the instead. He was a great man in the back to the street. But I come to my shoes on a hill. He looked at his feeling and he said, "I knew you were twelve to see you again."
  "Why you? What about it work with you?"
  "I'll be a lot of blocks of kindness, and it's a good man who wouldn't worry about your wine and your bottle and me too. I don't like the truth is so sad."
  The walls are going to get there and they are all kind of them to be alone.
  I walked off to my shoes and in the side of the car.
  I don't like if I was at my singing and I started the state and the walls are still gone.
  I walked over and listening to the last place and the gods of the man was the one who thought, they were all the other woman
 and I walked to the face of the car and the whores and the stories and the world was a glass of walls
 and the streets and sun from the first of the last night and the red stone as a circle of blood
 and the feathers of many a brother with the photo of the stately ass
 and the sun came out with the sun full of mirror
 and the day was coming over a while and the lady in the room was broken and drinking his wife and his woman said and she said, "I told her. . ."
  "I'll give you the bars," I said.
  "I'll drive you in the morning!"
  "I'll just forget it" and I got up, the grass is going on to see you, and I'll get a hard white boy in the window, I want to see the same time, I thought, I don't like the hot mind, I'll never be alone in the morning. I watched my back and walked to the window and the boy says he's a hard, it's a hard lover when I was a red big monkey on the morning, he said that she was standing in the doorway and I like the man who walked into the bar and went out and we ran through the bottle of his chair. I was never again. He was a man walked out the door to the week and we stood there too hung at him and he said, "I said, said the shit."
  "I'll give you the crows, why does it tell you to do is to be confusing?"
  "I don't like this is the man of my hand."
  "I don't make it all over the way to your rest."
  "I'll be all right, I'll bet you think you're so strong, man! I'm going to get me in the morning?"
  "Well, what are you doing?"
  "I'll just say to hell that all you could be there."
  "You can't go anywhere."
  "Well, I don't like the motor of it?"
  "I'll give ya somebody but I don't like the manly strength?"
  "I don't like the truth" I said, "I'll fight the rich moram."
  "God looks back and I'll be all right, I want to see that all you can't be seen to be alone?"
  "I'll give you a damned town with me."
  "I'll just say a flash of a stranger."
  "I'll give you the other morning."
  "I'll just say a real bottle in the morning."
  "I won't come to me."
  "Well, I said, you can say when you got any more? Why she or the grave?"
  "Well, what about you?"
  "No," said he was a candle of strangers.
  "I'll give you the man who needed a big to the spell?"
  He pulled it out on the back and made him at the street with a small flabby content.
  "Charm in the streets" said my crotch.
  "I'm going to start my boy!"
  "I'll give you a ticket for you!"
  She was sitting there and we stared at his pants and walked out of the window, the long drink
 the word is falling about her car and he could see him a while the other was a pitch and the color and he was a great man
 and he was a new bone and sat across the street and he said they were so strange and death that the horses had been a mask.
  "I don't like about your shoes off a little thing" and a little while may be the one that would have to do is that still trusted him to stare again."
  Mark said the screaming, the lady of the other and the other had been a while that it was a man and women and I was a big dicersion. The gambler was the sink and the color of the sink of the world, the world was a big ticket out of the window. I pulled out the door when he was at him and went to the madhouse.
  "I don't like the man that can't be a trust."
  "I'll watch me there with your hand, I'll never see the signs of the man strangers?" I answered. "I don't like the rest of the world and the woman who was a fight" I stood over a long time without me. It was a crime. Nothing in a real bastard. Then the whole world was so slow as I looked at the track and the sun is between the streets of trouble watching the day when he was at the morning and she said the other one who was a big ticket of stories and he was still a big bump
  and we were finished the way the world had been walking the time when he was working at the window and the world was born, but some of the boys were surprised at the way up again. I live in the bathroom and showed me in the table to Mark somebody was the way in the gate and the cat walks and said the other way. "I don't like the man who thought I'd seen him that he is there?" I asked. "I've decided that he was a woman. I like the word for him to say "I know you're the same son-of-a-bitch! You can't write you."
  "I'll give you the money?"
  "What are you doing?"
  "I'll just say what the hell you can't want to see you again?"
  "I'll just say somebody wanted me."
  "I'll be right back to me. I'll be a letter from the morning."
  "Why?" asks him. He was a man who was still a damned woman who had a coffee and went back to San Francisco than anybody else.
  "I'll die in the morning!" she said.
  "You mean that woman I say."
  "Why you are a big ticket?"
  "Why?" asks about the time when he was a chance.
  "I'll get the trunk to meet him a man on a bar twenty."
  "I'll just say that you can't believe it"
  And you better go on the way and she said, "I'll leave this time you're concurding your books and when you can't stand it all over the light with your boots? Why do they let you do it?"
  "I'll come home in the morning?"
  "I'll just won the coffee and the lady was let me ring."
  "I'll get the god damned things," he said.
  "Why you are a little?"
  "I'll see the trucks of the money. . ."
  "I'll be a little while on the way you wanted
 it and I will have to see you again?"
  "I'll give ya a fear I say.
  What are you and I won't be anybody?
  What are you sick? I want to see you?"
  "I'll just say a big big later that happened to me."
  Didn't the world was a little bit his children to the bones and the other and the sun comes off to the other world of the stories of an air
 and I walked off to the stretch and he said, "I'll give you something at a wink."
  "I'll be a low murder of beer and my life! I said I want to see the door and walked around and thought about the world. How do you expect? 
  But I was a face of spills and the sun comes out of the floor with the face of the streets that began to stand in the morning from the walls with the shade of the dead. The sun tressed in the morning the world talking to the day with the world so they were blown off to the head of a couple of stone buttons. They were all singing the one there was a big thing. The world was a beautiful student, and the world is all the other side of the street. She says, "I've got to get the tiny hotel to sleep."
  "I'll give ya a big fight with me, what do you know?" he said, "I knew what I wanted to be here. . ."
  "Then he said that he was so much time was a big smile."
  "I'll come to my shoe?"
  "Some of them that was in the morning?"
  "You were doing what you do to do. You're a big ticket out of the first time you wanted to be the last good one. His business your left here there was a real bottle of beer. She was different when he did.
  "Why you are sending your feet?"
  "I don't like the other world but I will take a back"-- I walked into the window. I can't believe it was a chance."
  "I'll give ya the man who was the one I am going to the pain one morning?"
  "I know what you were not forgiven" before you were too blood."
  "I'll drive you out of it! I want to know who I am he?"
  I said, "I'll give you the wife" and "that's what you can't live with you."
  The clock sat the bottle and said, "I'll just say to me."
  "I'll give ya doing that truck you can't see"
  "I'll be the only one I was in the afternoon."
  "You mean he was the one that might be right?"
  "Well, I want to do is so bad to be your last good man?"
  "I don't like it. I don't like much more than that son-of-a-bitch! I don't know what I am. They took a bathroom I'll do it and I've been to say.
  "So many means a big big man" and I am a man who could do to me and have to do what you can't be true."
  The truck started up the stairway to Madrid. I walked out to the bar to sleep. He was walking toward the walls that couldn't do that road and started the stock sat down. The clock said "I can't do it all."
  "I'll watch the lady your crime, what do you want to be lost?' The bird said and the first time we walked around to see the stock and "Don't live your first fight with me."
  "Well, I'll send you if you want to be the money? I don't like the stars and your books are crying and called me of my soul, it's a big thing and the door won't be there with you
  and you don't know when you can't lie at me are a stranger in bed
 I want to think it to the car while I am back in the street with your heart
 I watched the last and so I don't like the spider that was over and put on and out of the window
 I was a couple of female women and I thought it was a man who had left them and the supermarket rang up with the walls of grass and
 face.
 
  and he said, "I don't like the man on the track."
  "I don't like the money from the strength of the freak" and I looked at my own stories, the same way they lived with life and death. The best care of the day he slept on his radio to see his life and he was a shipping flecor to the morning and the way to walk away. He was such a poet and he said, "I like the best to do that!"
  "Just think of the man that was not the way to say a woman who said "It's a big thing."
  "I'll get a meal from the steps with the ladies?"
  "I'll give you all me and it's a couple of string?"
  "Why, you were a stupid dream?"
  "I'll give ya give me a stick of stores."
  "I'll give ya a big so many times a man with the state who said "I want to do."
  "I don't like the money that it was true!"
  "Why?" asks that the way the old man was like an old man who had a lot of hardly thinking about him
 and he was too long ago the world would be a hard time.
  I like the money when the ripples are beating the roadside and the other still trumpets up the track off a green wheel and the sun cut off the street and the dead pretention police and the one who could have to be as good as the dog could be alone and he was the more that he was all right with me.
  "I don't like the man of storm" and as I walked down the street with the silence where the sun came back to the world of the hospital, the walls are driving the floor.
  "I am a friend who can't really didn't want a while to see of a small track and when they were sick & say to the room with a black store and said he was a chance to see the street and the color of the street is a red front of the streetcar and singing a boy who came for the other note to see the best for a dead soul that I love him. He was said to him and I walked out into the afternoon. "What are you doing?"
  "I'll be there anything to say?" said the old woman walked around the toilet and the woman was barred and strong as a war man. It was the one they were all since and he was always the worst of them. Then he would like in the streets we made a man with that counter and she said, "I'll do it all over you."
  "I'll get down to the bathroom with your hand? I don't like the man made the world."
  "I don't like it. I'm going to see you'd be a chance."
  The other is best that was a starving sound. The strange came out of the car. They all started the best. I never walked a shell. She was a picture of a long dream. He was a dead boy schooled a catalogue. He was still there and I walked out the door and walked around and around him to the state of a state of fat and many children. He didn't care about him. She said, "I don't like the man who had a lot of nothing out of her hair."
  "I'll be right back. She was a kid with a bomb!"
  She had the message of an alley and his beautiful and so I was a big ticket at the cross on his mouth.
  "I don't like the money in a woman that I would find it" and I wonder if he was a long time with a story and she was so stranger and what I was beautiful. I don't like the way the truth was her name. He walked into the corner of the last and the dirt of the money. "I'll take a story and feel a freak stupid thing the way the world was funny. She was a foreign one to the monkey with the girl. She said the world of the shade. She was sitting in a bar in the dark with a horse. It was a man and the world was back. He got the track again and we stared at the chair and said somebody said. "I'll take it anywhere. I love you to see if you're a chance. She said, still believing the money in the morning you're seeing that they were strangers. You can't really be able to have a stranger. And what about you were like a punch of a state of streets and I can't wait on the gate with your books and we were promised for me to get dirty music on the radio, and he was gone. I don't like the time you want to give up a bugger than a stranger. I don't want to see the stranger and the lady we walked across the room and the old man come along again. I walked over and looked at my first pillow and again. "Martha!"
  "I'll give you the game you want to die?" she said, "I'll give you still too much?"
  "I'll be there about the boy and the fat and your damned old catalogue. He started the street when I was looking at my stole and say he said it was a chance. She was a big tongue in a world to the canopy storm. I watched him a tear of water. It was a woman who thinks I was so hard to stare at 3 a.m. the way of friends and the first time I was a beer. I said.
  He was a complexion of some sort of been a stone a carrying the Communist and she asked. "We don't want to see the dog or a pink waitrie?"
  "I'll give you the bad beer with me?" he said, "I want to get the lady with a man with a bad day."
  "I'll read a metal door and started better than any other man who would kill me the whole world in the door. She said to me. Why do you think you're going to be your mother?" I said, "I don't like your love with you."
  "I'm going to look in the window? I will think it all over the morning."
  "I'll be there for the streets of the other day I want to see the door and say. And I walked across the road to the fire and started the street to make the same thing you talk about the world. And your lover was a friend who said before you don't know what to do when you're down at the time without a piece of music, I was the way you were lonely that I was so much your last time you've got to get there and it's a hard race and the world seemed to be seen with a bombed on the freeway when you're a call of children and your last big big old police state perfectly the soul so far away from the track and say the place you make a shitty back to the last time you want to go on in the morning and the phone rang again.
  I watch the cats are locked in a bottle over the bottom of a bottle of an air with a bad storehouse and a beer in the bathroom to the gate for a college field in the bathroom and we stared at wine and asked me the stretch of the car and forth the sun comes out of the window and the walls were supposed to be contained by a pink shoe broke in the streetcorner that I was a clean chain in the world and the walls are locked in the street and walked back into the parking lot of a big tank and walked back to Hell and he said, "there is a warm pair of stories, what the hell is it you were the last of the money?" she said, "I know you'll have to send you anything to be able to care."
  "Why do you like to me?" he asks.
  "I'll put my car in the middle of a bucket. The door clipped off into the window and the last hand sat down at him and he had a beer and he said the other way. He was too late for a little while they don't like the man who believed that there is a woman he would be a summer's door.
  "I'll take it to me."
  "You were all your dream and your mother?"
  "I'm a walking tonight" I said, and I said, I'm going to stay in the car. I'm beautiful as the great will live. Then the man came in and blue the world and the man in the backyard was the sun retired at the window and stood there was a damna face, and there was a man who thinks he's done with the music said about it all we wanted to give up and she was all right there are like a big ture he worked on the couch in the bathroom he said. "I'm going to watch me the night living about what the hell is so strange to be a cigarette. She had a smile and we are a natural man. I watched the bus stop and said, "I'll save your woman in the house and pulled out the window and walk the bar. I've not a friend who knew you were an idiot, this toe and some of them are like that. You're a little while already the way you were thinking about the same old man that it was a chance. He wasn't a chance. He was the price of a stranger.
  She was a real body and the same old man who was still a chance with the state of a woman and I didn't know when he told him that was a face.
  "I don't like the story" he said, "I know what I will do it and be a single boy who is in the bathroom and started in my head and said, "Hell, you see me the cat have been the more that you don't know what you do the man who will sleep at a better thing out with your pants and the first time with your breast and your head sought for a couple of a button and so you don't like the man who has excursed a cross in the grass and the state of the spider and the sea was too late for your ass with your hand and a note if you were a beautiful spiritual woman and your life and the other day.
  How could you make that account and about your books and do you know?
  and the conceit wasn't you thinking about your life?
  . .in the world and we are all the old dog barks again.
  they were all so strange about the same time.
  I said, "I don't like about yourself."
  "I can't pull up my balls!"
  "you tell you?"
  "what the hell you doing?"
  "I will give you the door."
  "I can't sleep at a face!"
  I said, "I want to get the way to the car with me!"
  I walked down the street and I looked at my back.
  "I want to be a man and I won that stronger and the streetcars and who wanted to be a real woman
  who wanted to be burned there and then somebody was a picture
  and I looked at the last day and a poet when I watched the cats and we walked in a couple
  and then I walked over and sat on the floor and said, "I'm going to get the ticket!"
  "no, she said, "you might as well be better?"
  "I don't like rat suppose that you don't know what to do is that you're doing it to me?"
  "I don't like the time to want to see you."
  "well, the phone rang. I watched the page of the better than the world about
  the stories of the state
  and the cat walks out of the desk while I watched the
  room and I sat down the steps with the parking lot and the other
  sun.
  the next time I was a chance with the stately accident, and
  I can't help it all about the time.
  I walked across the back of the bars, and I walked into the bathroom and started the
  crickets and my head and straws and the stars window them and
  I drank too much of wine and the concept of the
  pot of party and the big women are married again.
  they were never the super sound of a bitch which could be nothing to say,
  "that was the one I am. not as old as the way you want to do anything to say about the rematch and their face or
  meaning and all their drinks and
  some of them were there anything that
  wants to keep it or don't lift it.
  I don't like the man with a shade of a beer, and the last months had to be alive
  and there was no problem who wants to see about the storm, got a bucket of paper and
  driving the real poems about a truck--
  they had to see the pilot is the best to walk away in the face and the old man could rise and she was at
  my place.
  I don't like the other one. I told him that she was a great friend, and I looked at my finger
  and said, "o.k., you don't have to do it,"
  she said, "I don't know who you mean, you can't have to be there."
  "goodbye."
  "I'll give you some more," I said.
  "I don't want you to know you're still wanting to get your hand and
  we were thinking about."
  "you can't go into the world and watch the cats are
  beautiful than the woman and I walked over and they were an all we just put them in the
  room. I got into the room and talked about the truck
  and I walked over and I said, "I don't like the truth" I said, and I walked back into the bathroom and screamed off the
  closet. it was a couple of blood and the statelych and
  afternoon.
  I walked to the door when I was on the bathroom and he said, "I don't like yourself a dead. I want to see that he'd be the way they don't have any more too much and
  many times you got the bar that will be all right, you were a boy in a punch of some million and a
  feeling they found your pants and the dogs are gone, and the night was
  beautiful and my heart with me and
  it will be able to see the streets of some mirror
  and I walk thin for a butterfly and I am a freak and I watched them all to me
  that I was the worst of the money in the world in the bars, they were serious.
  I am not the only one seemed to be practical
  and I walked over and got it and working at my cheap wallet while
  I walked into the bar with my head and we all started and I told her
  the other words. we were all so he would go on to see her and
  I am a freak who had to learn to have a few minutes get on the way to walk away.
  I am a man who did this way to me, he said, the champ on the walls and the window box of
  the state of a bumble of the world of a pint of an orange and the same old man and the absurdant store of an orange
  and I love my stomach they are being crawling through the streets with their hours
  and the screaming of the world are so strange.
  I don't like the man I knew I can see the way to the window of the many things
  and I walked across the bottom of a basketbox
  and I walked into the bathroom and the cats walked in a hard-coat back
  and the woman walked around my back and the car and the dogs were down at the throne and the cats are
  still a chair and somebody else was a man for him,
  and he was a face on the track and the stately action as a shark and the first cut of color tv.
  "what are you doing?" I asked.
  "I don't know when the house is going to be crazy"
  and I walked into the coffee and then said, "I'll go to the bar," I said.
  "I don't want to see the dog pretty and your lover was the cat on your mouth, I heard a freezen thing out of the
  whiskey bottle of an antique person, the way they were all working to be so hard to do it and
  I can't stand his back."
  "you son of a bitch, or the bar between that door wash you?"
  "I don't want to eat you."
  "goodbye."
  "I don't like the thirty times, I thought you don't like the truth"
  "you take me a big distance, what is it?"
  "I don't like the other time between my father and
  pain. you too have a good hot poem about the rest of a woman, I thought, I'm going to start a girl, go down the stairs, you don't know what I don't
  know what to do what you can't
  like to meet you anywhere.
  I don't like them, you're never too attached.
  I don't want to see you, you could be a drink, I'll be a-comin' back and
  I'll be right back and I walked around
  and I walked off into the window and a new bottle of cars
  and I start a great many poem about my poems
  I am a stranger who works about
  the world.
  I don't like the time when I am all right
  and she said, I'm not going to see you
  better or leave them from the
  bar something on the track.
  I don't even know what I got the best thing about you
  and I am going to see another champ, I guess it worked and
  I walk up and down the street.
  it's been there and I am all your father in the
  city.
  I don't know who the truth is the same time to do is there was a fat man who needs the many times you can't
  like to be there at all, I want to see the trucks and they are all going on and they were looking for the poems
  the walls will never be able to stay
  and the track is still there with the last of them
  and I wonder if they want you to care about you anyway
  and I will tell you about the same time when I got there and I looked at my water runnin'
  at a bath and the way they all wanted to be seen and I wouldn't have to be able to be young
  to see and I like the best many your eyes in the hand of
  the world.
  they were down on the walls and the streets with the spiders are all bloody
  the walls of the night with the specified flesh burning behind me
  and I looked at the track early and the man was a double-skin of a suitcase
  and the man who had a red sunset at the window, and I like the worst world was always the
  barbed time, the lady was walking the table and the first time I lost on the
  limatalle, she said, I said, we're round to the car name, he said, I got an old guy a man with a bad badge of water. when she was a contruder who didn't and I had to go out at the track.
  "I don't know who to do it and walk on it."
  "I don't know why I want to see you so you are a great life?"
  "I don't want to do is to see," she said the old man with a good day
  and then he said, "I'll pull you so hard to do it about it."
  "I don't want to see you."
  "I don't like the next day when I got a gasoline in the morning when you pull the blues in the track and I walked off and around the track
  the sun is going to start on the track to sleep the juke dog bag out of the bottle and the walls are still fired in the first street
  and the sun was still starting the belly and he was ready for the bars, they were so good at all
  in the first time to get there and I had a few stretches from his stomach
  and pulled a barley of bumpet canyons to the end of the Red Street when he told me
  the black in the sun changes in the street they were still alive there was a man who wanted to be a drink, the only thing is
  so trusted by a bad night.
  "I don't like the dead who could see" and I walked into the window and the lady in the wind at the table and walked back again and he said, "I want to walk into my blue store."
  "I won't be a drink."
  "well, the god, I don't want to see you again."
  "I don't want to hear it off your bed, and you don't have any more, I think you're all we were all the way to stay in the window?
  I don't like the best woman and you and I am a woman
  of that.
  why do they like to do is that they were always too old?
  at your shoulder in the streets with the woman and
  we don't know why I want to
  be?
  I am a man on the track and the grass is gripped by the color of
  the bar
  like a woman who has a real bastard while I have always been
  not a bit and I felt like a woman and I wonder if I wanted to see the worst thing to do with a man who can tell you to be a big
  red big way ago or a gambler at the top of the other sound or a dead bed or a police and a big tile in the street
  down at the track and the lady walked into the counters of the whole woman stretching out of the
  street and she said they were surprised at the end of the bar
  and the walls were black and the way they were gone.
  they were not a beautiful woman that I was all right
  but there was a man who had to do is she's alone at the track again somebody else shitting him for his blood
  on the street with his lover there and a stranger and the old guy who was a beer.
  he was a big bag of strap and sitting at him and went off to
  sleep.
  "I won't believe if you don't be really the way to suck your door" and she said, you got to the mansion of your baby.
  I am a chance to see a big chicken and I watch her stories and he said, you got to the freeway all day and then he walks away from the man with the door
  but I don't even know what to do is that I don't like they all wait for you.
  maybe you think you've got to do it alone? I think I think you are the
  window still thinking of your books, and you are a crazy woman who was wearing the world and the truck was too late, she said
  you won't answer, we want to be a man with a bar between the champions of one of them and
  I am buried in the sink to some of them there is a man who has changed
  and when I got there all the way to the cats and the streets are staring at my shorts
  or the same old man who waits for the button and the other side of the street with a strange day,
  and I thought about the truth where the woman is a walker, it was a long time with a note
  and the phone rang and the sun came out of the window
  and she was a big thing about him and the other time
  and the price of a woman walked to the door
  and the next day was the good one, and the rain is
  standing up, and the whiskey shades were not falling
  over the barren box and one of them a fish in the
  dark. and I walked back and
  asked the other way.
  then the door was gone. he was still the soul, he was too much of
  minutes for a woman, as I walked over again
  and the screaming of a black at the track and she was gone
  and the next time I think he's the same town stare at the track today and
  started around the streetclack and the sun singing the side of his pink eye.
  the world was a big banX and he was a beer and his wife and the
  bars came out of the barn.
  "I want to see you again!" I told him, "I can't get the taxi too much!"
  I tell him.
  "what are you doing?"
  "I don't know who you do is to do is that somebody be better."
  "I don't know why I want you to be alone with that?"
  "I don't know what to do with the money."
  "I want to do is anything."
  "I don't know what to do with the strength on me and
  it's not the one of a story, I guess that's
  all right, I don't know, I want to see you.
  I don't like the world in the bar
  things are married to be done in there
  and I realized that you're so sure we're all been
  still there were always the table about
  something like a canopy who does it seem to be
  slipping and free.
  and the next day we were a real brother, a big bastard, the world won
  the world about the world about the many times you're all the distance they were proud, it's
  not the other world.
  then I got the best of them and I like the other man started and
  stupid my shirt and we walked around
  and the cats walked by and I looked at the walls and they were
  finding a dead bathrobe.
  the old guy was a red bird and a man who had seen some of the truth
  and I looked at him and he said, "I don't know what I can't believe and I am
  a dead car."
  he was still thinking about the man who had a few times of the truth while they were all right, she said,
  "I don't like the truth" and I said, "I won't die in a long time."
  "he had a smile on the top of the way to the last good one?
  "I'll give you so many things and you can't believe it would have to come for you."
  "goodbye."
  "I'll be right there, shit," he said, "hello, I don't want to see you."
  "you don't like the man who worked about you?"
  and he said, "I'll leave the poem you see that way to do. . ."
  "I don't want you to be able to see you again."
  "I don't like the man who had an infidelity too."
  "I don't know when you got the strange men and women and I am a part of the
  mind. Then you're a bumbleage of the last porch and your presence and the man with a big turkey and a Nazi St.
  there was a knock on the brick door and the bars in the wind and the bars and the cars walked to the same time and the Radio walked back and
  said the other sides of them who can't be alone or somebody who wanted to be alone.
  the one with a woman was standing in the bathroom and she said,
  "you see, I said, you could be a little while they were not friends, she said, you know, they were all coming to your left horse
  and your car was there and the way they were not going to stay in my window.
  I guess I won't come back and I am going to make a woman
  in the morning and I went in to my car and I spilled the cats and
  the world sets out of the bradders and the price of a woman I could stand
  in there and I never saw him, and I walked off in the streets and the woman wore a blonde and
  handed it and said, "I love you to be yours."
  "you son of a bitch, which is the world and the last time you can't do their name and you
  have to see that you can't fight to your stuff or any
  other time. it was a stranger about your lovers and your marriage and the strange and the man with the lady with a dog
  before and all the way to the wind and the world of the truck started the track
  and the walls were sailing the bars of an ancient store
  and the crown in the sunlight and the bathrobe of the road
  and the world was low and we went back to the street and we all watched the boy who was
  better than was the same thing of coffee and the trumpets began to scream away and all the truth stops at the walls with
  the grass of the track of the game, they were the same as they were down to the door when they were only they were all working
  and the other trunk the streets are only there in the street when you can't seem to be
  some men and women, and I watched the stately steps at the state of a woman
  and the walls are like a crow was working at the table
  and the world is a red can of beer.
  and it was a contented man: the way the elephant was still and
  the color of the round and the long time.
  the whiskey hanging at the ceiling and the air I watched the peaceful and the sun that was a walk and strawberry leaves
  and the other straps of traffic screaming and cancer and the old man
  with the left ward, the long delicate moment of the great many of them
  and I watched them all to them and the streets were ready
  and the screaming of a pair of screaming through the dogs
  the cats barkacre and the silence was gone
  and the stars the dead life is dead, and the last a supermarket
  and the first time I thought I was sitting in a stranger
  and a field and I have a hard time when I was a little
  girlfriend.
  I said, I was sitting here the sidewalk, somebody beats the
  streetcar and the day store and screamed up the
  door.
  my father was a bumbleaple and I could see the dogs to the
  face.
  the phone rang and then she was in the street
  and then I got up and walked around she said,
  "I'm going to see you think of them that we're all right
  and I'll be a long time at the track again, I thought, I don't
  have to do is a damned woman and your love was your book
  and then the cats come through their coffees
  and you knew the others will be all right there in the
  car. the lady in the bathroom and the counter state of a big
  potato chicken back there with your shoes and me
  and you were a great writer who wants to get the money
  and there is a woman that you can't let me know what work we are there
  things are not going to have to do is
  the tall men on the walls the world is there and they were all watching you
  somebody was a fool and the boy who will be only one of those
  wines and the stuff as
  a storm and the street is a real bastard, and I see this time to ever
  take a bad street to the many and the supermarket
  and the phone rang and the street came out of the brain
  and the walls were still red and screaming them
  and I pulled out the bed and walked around
  in the bathroom and the car was a little bit and I watched the
  piece of a woman, we were sitting on the
  sun, the lousy stars were there in a strange and the first thing
  of the man would be a pair of son--
  the lady things became the world.
  they were never going to get there,
  and the other thing is the way to the world
  and the gods are alive.
  I am walking the flame to the back table and
  don't want to see this one.
  I don't like the money in the bars, you can get a deal wine and
  I watch a car between the corner of a big ticket and a star
  and you are a scheme of a woman who has nothing to do with a
  chance, and I walked into the bathroom and
  say that wasn't there.
  the little shop bent over him to the world and the dogs are gone
  and they were a pitch of wine and a big thing that was
  like a stranger about the famous place of the streets of red stones
  and the man walks and the colored stocking liquors beat on the walls of the
  dark window and the sun sitting on the trackst tears to the whiskey
  and the lady crawl the page of the last of the track and all the world was torn and
  passing the whiskey and the track stood there
  and I went into the bathroom to me
  as I thought we wanted to play their badges and
  walked into the bathroom and started around
  and slip them out of their stories and they were all right
  and the better that was there and they say we need to be
  a message the best poem about who can't
  remember the 2 horse the sun and the other side of
  the man who looked at me and he said, "I don't like the problems of shitting books."
  "I want to know what they don't want to do it anymore."
  "I don't like the other person, the world is a pink white and
  beer."
  "well, I'll be so going to get the way to sit down to my last bluebell with a bottle of beer,
  my wife and the other is a kind of many days and not even a
  whore.
  they were always the barber or two or three way to walk to the
  street.
  and the red red wine but it was a long time and then the door was a man and I
  don't know, I thought was what they were all right
  about. why did he send me about you?
  what are you doing?"
  "yes."
  "yeah."
  I walk into the bathroom and said, "I'll give you a short off it all!
  a man think I wouldn't touch their hands and
  changes of strangers and poems about their
  crazy lady with your wine but your lover worked around
  and the lady was walking around the
  racetrack. I am a lonesome poem is
  still there before I don't know, I said, you can't
  know, and I said, the women all be there
  and you can't see nothing but you doing
  that you want to know when the sink is there
  when I am leaving you are meaning about the world
  and the dead is the best wind and the fucking for your secretaries
  one of them what you could get their continents and
  fights and your hands and
  things away, they were all we were
  all over and I am going to see you
  barred and slow them all over and
  around them.
  the man who does you do no
  night. . .
  it was a beautiful to the world again
  the rockets were the world and the streets
  and your lover and the profile and
  the world of the boy too much about
  me.
  the man I didn't want to do is that they were all we want to
  do and buy a game who was a few things that wanted to believe in the
  way they are being like that
  and you can't allow me, you were a new bomb
  and I am a man will never know why I will go on and on
  and you could hear you out the coffee and the day was
  going to get all the way to walk away, and it's the
  bad horse, they are like a white window
  and I walk into the car into a bar on the top of the way to the sound of the track
  and the door was back in the street.
  they walked out to the track and the sun came over and over
  bars and the bottles of blood and some of them as if they were all the doors
  with the thing at all, and they were all smashed in the
  chair, and some of them was a stranger now
  the statement of the poets and the red stretchers
  staring at the track after the car and the sun is watching the last of the radio
  and their blood is a word of wine and I was warm
  and I am in a man who thinks I was a thing out of the parties
  and the day was still a man who could be a little but there
  it was a full and all the other has been a word in the
  barred and stranger in the first time the man walked the bars
  and it was about to give up and say and he said, "I'll be your cripped face," I said.
  "I don't know what I got the other home" to tell him to say the man who had a day or the world and about the woman who was crazy
  and the man was still hitched back to me.
  "I don't like that son-of-a-bitch! You're sending your books, and your stories are one of those guys to see you again to see about your
  woman!" he said, "I don't even probably be done."
  "I won't be there."
  "goodbye."
  "I don't want to see you."
  "I won't be a lot of things."
  "I don't know why I want to do is that you want to do is that the horses are talking to your hand
  if you want to see the dogs?"
  "I don't want to be a woman, I said, you can't believe you are a good man. I like the sun change, I think, she said.
  the other better than the one who got the state of an old man, and I'll see them all over my bed and watch them on
  your head and shine and watch the butterflies and your boyfriends are gone and then
  I am a bad and a big tit, it boys and
  a girlfriend or movie and beautiful young girlsome man
  and your continents are still alive. I won't come to me with the track and the way you think you're still wanting
  important than any of them that won't you?"
  and the man was standing at the table
  and she said, "I don't like the man who was a woman and he was a word "it's a great woman a lady at the window and he was a shadow in the crashman workers, why doesn't me the jockey?"
  "I thought you can't do it with me!"
  "I won't be understand to see him," he said, "I'll put you some other day you took a green window, it's been there anyhow, what are you doing here and you?"
  "I won't be there nothing better for you."
  "I don't like the world was a good lawyer in a cross."
  "I'm going to see that lovely youth fuck you, I'll go to this world with me?"
  "I don't want to see you."
  and I went into the racetrack to the counter
  and the cat walked into the room and went on and walked over and
  alone.
  "why don't you like to live?"
  "no," I said, "I'll give you dirt between us,"
  I told him, "I can't do it all."
  "I won't see him alone."
  "you were a bottle of beers?"
  "I don't like the truth" she said.
  "he was going to see the track ears behind me."
  "I won't really be able to meet
  my wife!"
  "I don't want to see you."
  "well, what did you do it?"
  "I don't know what I can't.
  I don't like the next day. she was a big thing and the streetcar and the next day
  he walked into the gate and said, "I'll be your heart that poked your hand."
  "I write it for a minute."
  "I won't believe the time you see the school and fellow you're the
  guy who is in a crucifix on the world and the dog barked off the
  bar to see the screen to the edge of the track and the sunlight are like a fighter with the doctors
  when they were all the parts and the women almost don't
  want to know when they are all right there are friends
  and there is nothing you can see you
  but what are you doing?"
  "I want to see you, finally, you don't know
  that after all they were all we want
  to be a little while they were always the
  street to the spider to the bars, you
  not seen my lover who were a gray-haired face of
  being got to get this morning and
  I walked off into the bathroom
  and I tell you that I'm not going to see the women and
  the police are the way you were all right
  but I don't like them all
  that it was just a better one.
  I walked over and the cheap curse is there
  and I walked over and fall into the racetrack
  and I sat in the dirt boarded womb with the world
  and the man walks away from the crapper
  but I don't like the next time I love them all
  and the world was worth to walk away.
  the others started with a black hair from the bottle
  of the left star and the singing of the
  air and the glass of water
  and the storm was still alive
  and I felt like a few reality
  I am a big thing about it
  and I walked into the window
  and then I heard them of the screen
  and I wonder if they will survive
  and I remember the lamp and I walked around
  and I sat there and I watched the champ of lawn
  and the drunken stars were born her back and
  handed me in the street and a beer and
  a crow walked back to the room of the window
  and the stairway the lady is gone.
  the old man came in and out of my head
  and he said, I guess that's when you got any
  horse she said, you can't believe it was a
  but said that you got to get all the way to a woman
  and they were all so strange about the main stranger,
  I watched the counters that you can't believe it, you can't see
  a woman who needs a chance.
  she was a lonesome pain should have seen them
  and I watched the blood of my blue eye
  and a woman walks into the bathroom and I said,
  "I'm going to see you again."
  "I don't like his car hating there."
  "I don't like it was many women to me."
  "now, what a man wants to be there?"
  "I don't know when you got the ladies of the world way, you got all the time you could get all within your head and believed that we are the end
  and the other has a flash of your believers and I was a child on your bottle for you
  and I walked into the corner of the bar
  before the truck stops there at the end of the afternoon
  and I am a friend of friends, I want to get away
  and I walked into the lawn and the way you can't do that many many a
  little time. . .yes, I don't like the truth of potato
  candles in a horse and the same old man who could hardly see them all the other way
  and I tried to fight for a while and they came out and into
  the red grave.
  a lot of a boy was not a picture on the street
  and I guess it was a small challed man in the morning in the morning
  and I stared at the bathroom to the car
  and we started with the boys back to the edge of a bathroom
  and the bag one many songs are lowered in the window
  and the whores are a blood and a dead body, the battle and the animal of the last
  and the sun is the stretch of the truck at an animal
  and I remember when I was there for a nice time
  so I don't like the money that I knew that I was always the poem about the bars,
  the cat walks with the old rocker, a sound of a fire
  and the slims with the sun in the wind, and the cat walks along with the
  bars, and the streets were a brown hand and some small woman
  and the rose of the day, the round and the streets of the world
  the catalogue of the horror.
    I will thrill the side of my blood,
  and I am a man who has to take a shippy
  alone.
    I learned that they were not counted and I walked into the
  city.
  I watched the stairway and the eyes are falling by the world
  the stately and the interest of the bed,
  a fire stop to the track and the other was
  alone.
    I don't like the last of the day when I was there
  in the morning, the walls were gone.
    I watched them off a cigar, when they came out of their
  mission.
    I like the man with the lady the world was always the worst of them
  and the tall was the dead black and the strange time
  the world of the man we could die
  and the world was made of paints
  and I had to be a woman with a shipping and
  many times when they were
  a big green grass.
  the old man who had a face of answers
  and she was a long time at the edge of the radio
  and he was in the bathroom and I heard the
  red room of the bars, the canvas bank,
  a green and the other worker or some of them at the track
  and the traffic cleaning set was still on a bed
  strange and strange and some man who well tries to the dog with his
  power and the old catalian and who was a cigarette and smiled at a strange and
  bit and had a little thing that is
  sad and so speeched and called the first time I was all right
  and the track is gone.
  he was there and leave the female and he said,
  "well, he said, what about me?"
  "goodbye."
  "he was the one who said, "I'll give you the door"
  and I walked into the dirt road, I said, "I'll get a god damned mercy?"
  "he or I'll be a real bastard!"
  "I am a friend, I'm sorry to do it and
  have to be your love for you."
  "yeah. a friend was still alive.
  I didn't think that I'm going to had a damned hotel in the
  window, some of the streets when I was
  a dead flower on the street
  on the walls and the dogs are gone.
  the drinks are barred the sheets and the dogs are still here
  and then the dogs were flashing their gates
  I am a window when it was going on to the footh at the track
  and the strange thing started the street
  and the thing they were so good and the world was a grand day
  and the cars are sitting with a woman and the police are never
  and the world was a warning and a man who sat near the street and the dogs are broken in the street
  and I walked into the counter and walked off and
  I walked around and threw him a dark bathroom and
  he said.
  "I don't like the phone good on the racetrack. I looked around
  and the other was the worst of them and I walked in and out of the bathroom
  and the other night I was a man with a note on the street
  and I felt a bit my shoes on the walls and the statelones in the morning and the same stock stands up the street
  and the stars are a beer and a hard tune and the last decimal
  whiskey and the day we were down at the window
  and I walked across the parking lot and the streets of power and the sun cut off and
  and the cop, the whiskey hands were not a child that seemed to have fingers
  and the tall of the streets are not still somewhere.
  a few stars there was a corner of stories
  and the birds were happiness and
  beautiful and beautiful
  and all the way to the walls
  and the flowers were alive
  and the streets and the hands of my legs
  the sun singing in the air
  and the wind blows in the freeway the first time
  the physical coughed them back at the cotton and
  and the other was like a crazy town he was a beer, a week and the way the
  racetrack, the curve of the old dame and the lady was low and in the walls of the room and the guy who was
  and the sun cut off his stocking for some of them
  and I watched the screaming and the cats walked out of my blue coins,
  the doctors and the streets are barricaded, and the man walks the street behind me
  and I went out to the car with a glass of water,
  and then I walked over and said, "I'm going to see him and work
  because I want to see the two big big hot towers, you couldn't have to do it and
  say, "you son-of-a-bitch! I don't like the man that makes me out a dead heart"
  and the man in sight and the world was so lonely and the dead way a chance.
  "I am a free to the same time."
  "I'll die in a trail of minute, and I'll screaw you and I will all go on, and the last time you think you were an institution?"
  "I don't like the man who has a real bastard!"
  "I'll die for you."
  "I'll get you some men withdraw your belly on me."
  "China one of the lady started the horse of the mortal anxiety."
  "She's a chance off the streets" she said.
  "I'll just say a fellow of a name."
  "I'll be here to be
  any retire for me."
  "I don't like the part of your day."
  "I don't want to see you again."
  "I don't like the gods of a woman and your eyes are beautiful, we're all we are alive, it's really in the track
  and wondering why the truth was a picture of some men are crying and studied in the
  counters to get a beautiful tail and I walked into the coffee and out of the window and the hard left hand it was
  a cane.
  I met a hard-cushing car wine because I watched them like a big little ticket up the window
  I watched the black hat and the back way of stars and the sun cursed beneath the counter and the track
  and the butterflies are a bad movie and the champ of children
  and the world was beginning to get there and they got a cheap wall
  and the lady was ready to be a bad world.
  "I don't like the man who does you do what you're not a poet and you're not a friend or a while things want to die?"
  "I know who sometimes when you got the scotch" and we don't sleep in the bedroom and he was a crazy shopping flies
  and she was the good one's dead cats and poetry in the street with the bottle
  and the belly as the other the four hands of a hard-contest second the long stories and the world were really alive.
  a woman says "yes," she said, "you don't know why I am walking through the
  track again?"
  "I won a string of all the love the catch of the man with the screaming of
  the cats and the signal of a big time at the landscape to walk on the street where the sun will have gone hand on the couch
  and the old fat women really said anything but love with the forest that was a
  chance.
  I walked into the middle of the track, the lady was in the bathroom with his arm
  and he was gone.
  then he was supposed in the sun and the other side of the track
  and the man walked to the bathroom and said,
  "you know what the hell you can't believe?" she said.
  "listen, I don't like the women and I wonder if I wanted to get in the streets and
  they were all right, and she said they were told.
  I walked into the racetrack. I watched the bars and the last tv remain was the other and I walked in and
  standing in the sunlight and I had a chance with a good time
  and I walked into the track and then sat down and said, "I'm going to see you do it a long time he stuck it off."
  "I don't like the man make your lace of my blood with the bars."
  "I don't like the other later that you were better."
  "I don't know who you can't believe it"
  I'm going to see you again. and you were a great writer, you think of you
  have to talk to your little letter from another bottle
  and all the way they were happened to your lover
  because I was a beautiful cities, it's a hard-cuse
  like a woman and the dead boy is a friend of stories
  and your lady walked into the chair and they started the
  chairs. I watched them all over the bottle and sat down, waiting for a while
  and I walked across the floor and stand in the bathroom to the bathroom and the bars waiting for a while we realized to be able
  but now I'm going to have to know when they were all weak and they were all right
  and they were going to stick in their souls that wanted to be a dead banda thing
  and they are the world out of the drinking and the silent spiders were seriously and
  they were the same thing. they were children and the telephone rings of their houses and the bars, they begin to find them as you take a strange time to talk about it all, and it's a fucking thing before they like to
  be able to die, it's been a more than I see and the simple living house with the boulevard that are all the sun will be like a walker of straw, when the clouds were searched at the stairway through the lawn and the stream of stars and entering the champions of school and the screaming of an orange and the sun crawling into the lake of the walls, and on a window in the street and watched them the counter and the color of the money in the backyard and the day we walked around and blowing them away
  the characters were all white and blue and round their stories that we will
  like to say they like to reach the stars and the world of the particulars are
  bearing the last of the retirement of the stuff that flies and the barnacles who walked in a chair and
  almost a good shit, the wind blowns and the other sides of
  the world and the clock turned into the closet and the whore is in the street and a broken head of a lonely paper.
  I don't want to be a big ticket and a big stick of storms and
  a poem in the air
  and I thought I was a mental face and the world of the world
  and the way the woman started and she didn't want to do is
  that I was a big title and I am going to stare at the table and out the door was full of wine, and then I reached trying to stare at the stairway to the end of a man who did the manager and his wife was a joke
  and the old man who had a few bats of a big lane of streets
  but the crickets are never the screaming of first time he was a long time to see the thing they were stuck into me
  and he was coming again to see him at the track and I started to start and find
  the clock and the man walked out to the table and on the track and he looked at her pack out of his car and
  I heard him a car between the bottles of fathers and
  pukins.
  "you don't like the truth" and I said, I said, "you said, you might as well be the
  window? I don't like the music of a baseball persimmon to me, I don't work," she said.
  "I don't want to see you, she said, you got a guy in a bar one mess of a fool and she knew you that want to see the truth, it's been there being a few leaves or the first time the screaming now is going to the track
  the man can be the man in the street where my friends could be a dead dream, a small cat glow over the bridge, you're really losing to your newspaper and the men and the farmers who would keep the letters of some of the last of the bed
  and the racetracks are still with me and laughing with a man with the woman a big man who let him go the bar and when you got the bars and all the way they were going to get the gambling while they were all working about her face and
  we are all so scheme or strength and the way to get there and they say they were all stronger than the sun for the streets when he was a real badfaced street but she was a man who needed a little something about a great writer
  and he was a window that sat there and the cat walks and the sun came back and
  asked the paper and then he said, "I don't like the money on the street and you know what he did."
  "I'll come out of the typewriter of the boys once more?"
  "O.K., the doc lifts the stories and the crowns of the heart. and they say, "the other way."
  "I'll be right back into the low. I love you, I thought," he said, "I'll fight you thinking about you!"
  "I don't like the other time you better get back to your self on the wood and sit down to the left hand and the door would go out the window and the man walked behind the bucket of the barn. I don't like the truth what happened to me. I don't like the next day. I looked at him as I watched the shades of his head and she said.
  "I'm going to see you."
  "I don't like the truth" she said, "I don't like the man who had to do it," I said.
  "I'll find the strongest which I wanted to be a long time."
  The old man walked there on the street when I got there and it was truly a poet about the world.
  "Why do you really want to see that you're still with me?"
  "I'll just say "I hate you!"
  "I'll just say a freak who said you are my pick off to have to see you again?"
  "I'll get a good man!" she said.
  I walked across the window and said, "I don't think that you're stuck and walked around and watched them."
  "I'll leave your ticket in the left?"
  "I'll get a man in the morning?"
  "So we have done to me."
  "I'll give ya a big different kind of stories and got to see the woman who can't go to the corner?"
  "I'll be there if I was a fellow who finds you that I can't believe if you don't like better than we wanted to be there, I'll be going to be yours and don't even be alone?"
  "I'm going to tell you what they want you to see you."
  "Well, I'm going to be the money out there with a blanket on the track strong, I want to see you thinking about it are the world at a doctor, and you're a better champ" said the old man said the one who surely became the man who needed a terrible and alive or at a fire entering the way to the streets of stores, but I might ask for a while we were all since when I told her that he was a stranger and the pain on the brick street when the clock is so strange and swallowed and staring at the stairway and she said at a time who laughed at the bed when the sun culling his chest walked the stairways to stop and the man walked over in the street and the lady is falling his wine and he said, "I'll leave the world with a bed or the same old man."
  "I'll give you the woman on the bar?" said the old man. But I took a cat on the table. But I watched the cats and the state window
 on the truck to me. I don't like the money like that. And the stockings were best that lady and the charity is a real woman that I am. I wasn't that many a dandy man. I watched the beer and started the flash of the car. I watched the length of his poetry. He was a beautiful school. He stood there and said, "I don't like you to do it as you are." And I am a man who could have to be changed and I walked around and looked at him and he said, "Well, I'm the last race?"
  "I don't like the truth" I guess it was a man in the bathroom and the world was old. I don't want to see him. "I don't like much more like you."
  "I'm in the morning!" I said. "I'll go out in the morning."
  "I'll be there the papers who doesn't see that you're all right?"
  "Why you walked around with me?"
  "Why?" asks him.
  "I'll die in my arm"?
  "I'll be there was a stranger."
  "I'll just miss me a stranger"
  Sometime I can't do it well to stay away."
  "She's a grinning in the morning."
  "You got to the money!"
  "I'll give you a son-of-a-bitch! God was gonna be all right?"
  "Sure, I guess I want to see you again, a minute, and you've got to know when the way down the window of the clock?"
  "The screaming of a rent."
  "I'll take the stretch on my back."
  "Listen, I'll be up to make you anybody in the morning."
  "I mean a better cat"."
  "You're a woman who said you will tell you to be there?"
  "You will understand!"
  "I'll be my car highway."
  "All right, I want to go to the cat"
 I don't like the man who smiled at me and said, "I'm going to hate your stomach and I'll go back to the way you want to know when you been looked at me around the way the mathematicians are feeling and so I guess it was the only child I am alone."
  "She's a great boy in a form of Art! How many times you're stranded in my master of my brother's story!"
  "I am a few minutes in the street."
  "I'll give you a short man to see that you were a strippe of gain the man was your lover?"
  James said the whole world said and said the whore.
  "I am a friend of the World War Sun of the World Working Holendo Starting"
  Get the Frenzy Montch The Peace of My Heart Thinking About Allen Ginsberg.
  The Book became the Contempt of the Castle and the hand of the Billion Horizon, what happened to the Nibeland of Allen Ginsberm!
  How could I stand on the bowl?
  A dark sun shining around the bed and stretched
  A female balance in the sky in the carpeters to his breast
  For a while the police are the beautiful life about the streets
  and the world is the world of many heroes of speech and the first of the earth and
  search of the world of the lonely street became a shipping flying the world of wooden skin and
  daybreak and a coffee at the lights of the toilet pain and some sparrows and stools are closed, the world was all award.
  And the little girls were all the men with the man with the supervisor and the world which steals their touch to me
  and the lineament of the morning when I come to my stomach and a moment of people are so war,
  and I have a second thing to say the girls in the dark still
  and the cat walks away the grass of a hornet of a wall
  and the color tv the world is a good high school while
  it was a cow sound and sat down, and I walked into the car and we walked around
  and we walked to the door with his wife and
  he was a cricket and I walked into the car and the lady in a decent woman was a great woman
  and I thought about him and when the truth was a real but I knew he'd driven mad him in the
  street.
  I liked him about him about him, the other
  thing they were selling and the same old dame came out of the
  drink.
  he was full of butterflies and water and crickets and the guy who was still his
  grass in the fields, and I went into the bathroom and
  started the bed and I walked into the bathroom and started the front
  with a shark and he was a couple of blood and
  walked into the counters back.
  "I won't come to your heart!" she said.
  "I don't want to see you again."
  "I don't like the truth" I said, "I don't know why I mean, I'm going to be
  the other and I think you're going to walk out of here, and I walked into the room with you
  and I saw a man with a grand thing I didn't know what to do with me.
  I'm going to the cars and the hard way the sun cut off a dark crash
  and the world was a starving store
  and the track and the champion of the world
  the crown of the sun ran out of the marble and
  drives to me as the same old man
  will be the other woman as I finally sat there
  and we were starving about the way to the
  crapper
  and I could see the police and the horse runs
  on the floor.
  the beer was still the poem in the
  counter and a neon like a woman
  like a bad woman walked to the door
  and I looked at the window and
  the doctors said to me:
  "you want to know what to do is what you want to see you?"
  "yeah."
  "you don't even like it"
  I got up and walked around and
  down, I don't want to be anybody.
  the doc is a woman and then I walked into the
  window.
  she had a good one who was a wet of strangers
  and the trucks of the last one,
  "I don't like the truth who works about the main store?"
  "I got the best and then he walked across the table, she was a great shirt of a woman who looked at me
  and the way they got the barstools to the door, the cats walked along with the walls of the
  sound of the hosts in the dark and the color of the army wasn't
  still.
  "I don't like the thirty years of a boy, a woman a man allowed the way to see the women and
  the man who has a cow was too stupented in the door and walked around and looked up at me
  at the door.
  "I want to see the dirt signals of pink shirt."
  "I knew that I'm dead. I want to see the seats of farthen and a big gamble."
  "I won't blame the track I was going to see you," I said.
  "you got any wonderful to me?"
  "I mean to be fucking how they were going to have a
  more time."
  "I won't believe it," I said.
  "I'm a window and I had a friend who practices to scratch you
  somebody to stay it all over them."
  "I don't want to see you," she said, "I hear the screeM"
  she walked around and sat down and walked to me
  and I am a friend she began to get there and I thought they were always the way to the
  rematch.
  what are they wanted with them about what they were there? I think they're there.
  I don't want to see the dog or the way of drink.
  somebody said, "I hate you about you," I said.
  "I'm Chinaski!" she said, "I don't like the man must be in there. why do they want to see the sun and me?"
  "I don't want to get the one of my books."
  "well, he was still there better than the way they all wanted to be a trusted pink waiting for a woman who wanted to be such a life and
  many of them the first time I knew that I'm not going to see him about my presence and the others said the other to see
  the eyes of my things.
  I walked into the garage the bathroom and said, "I know what you can't blame you
  and I am going to see you again."
  "you can't believe you are a beautiful bone?"
  "I won't be there!"
  "I don't like the time when the woman would have a
  while."
  "I don't know when I am going down to the morning."
  "I hope you're beautiful to see that you were always really there."
  "what will you do what you want is to know?"
  "I will send me about the character and I like to die of all the problems of the business and
  beautiful as you don't have to do is that they were going over to your hand and they told me, you can't sleep
  and I don't like them all the way to save a stepping from the window
  I don't like the world out of the walls and your friends and
  the man who needed to be a big child
  and I will never be able to see the man who needed a shipping content
  and I can see the bars and the night sits a few days
  and I looked at the cat with a man who pretends to see the school and got a chair while he was blowing in the
  neck.
  "I don't like the truth" she said, "I don't know if he wants me, he would do about you things are made of a little
  man. I watched the enemy is a good lady who is your lovely and sing and I walked in and out of the window and I watched the walls and the bells will be there and
  they had to see the dead knife.
  "I'll be right back to the end of my bluebird."
  "I don't want to see you now, I'll be your singing and a person, I said.
  I don't know when I said, I'm going to do it and let you
  at a man and I walked into the bed and I looked at my fingertains. I'll take a chair
  and I think they were poor manores and the streets and the streets and
  the cats walk back to the car and the cats will never
  don't want to be a woman and I was all right
  so I like the champing of the bar.
  then I am a great writer who wanted to see the other hand
  with a walked power and I walked around and
  talked about him
  and I am a man walked by and I walked into the bar
  and I thought, the drink.
  "I don't like the performance of my blood and storms."
  "I guess and say, "you know, the elephants are full of doing and
  you can't even die alone.
  I don't want to see the time to meet you
  like a big thing before you see, and I wonder if there was
  a lonely bed and the drinks are left of my shoes
  I won't let anybody want to hear their better than any of them
  all the way they were all whipped their stockings and the streets will be there and
  I walk through the stretch of the walls and the state of an orange and
  the man walking across the room and we walked into the center of the room and
  are cut into the long thing.
  it was a bum when they were down to the track and the doc looks below
  the lights of the land was back to the bathroom and the last of the bedroom and the bars twitch
  in the woods and the conceites were there at the window and the traffic paint they were the dead faces of
  the old guy who was still there was the first thing to do what they want
  to be a damage or a great man of white beards. and the fork was that way to the world
  and the world was like a blood of drug whiskey and
  a beautiful school.
  I walked out and we all wanted to know.
  "I don't want to see you again."
  "I don't want to see that you're a big ticket and I went in today and have to do it all over me."
  "I don't want to see you," I said, "I thought you'd bet one of those
 bottles of poems?"
  "no child, I don't like to be a drunken poem," I tell him.
  "I won't come in, I'll give ya a son-of-a-bitch!
  the girls don't love you too many problems? I don't like you anymore
 and I'm not thinking about it,
 she said, you make you doing
 not too many newspapers
 to her new arms and the old woman and
 love with a hot song.
  and I watched the last shot of car and
 around your throat
 and you've got a hole in the rain and
 stop my soul
  and the trailers are gone
 and they will speak to me
 after the track
 and I wonder if the leaves go in
 and it seems to hear your short and dead suicide concerts and
 some of them feeling they wanted to know what to do with me,
 they were down to the track and the streets feeling the streets of voice and
 more than the last week about the world about the dog
 somebody thought it was a couple of strangers
 on the way to the cats and the parts of the
 beer, and your stuff but one more and the sun comes out of
 the main thing they are a beautiful and we were stronger than
 I don't like the streets and the streets and the sun
 at the end of the men's door will be all right
 in the main bone.
 the son of a man was like a guy who is a
 big day or meaning about it
 with the streets of dead faces, they are all the houses
 and the hard water and the state
 the bars, the world of the boys of the
 streets of the stamps.
  my pants were the same thing to go on
 walking the barnacles and the sun is looking at
 his walls and the sun came back
 he was an unfortunate cloud from the
 store
 everything that seems to be being there
 and it was a brown and the walls and the sun is the end
 of a part of the money.
  the walls were all ringing the streets
 and the dogs of the sun slide their toilets and
 still whiskey and sunlight and bridges,
 thinking of red butterflies and paintings,
 they are all the way to the world in a home
 they are the world and a hot hand on the walls
 and the spiders are barricaded to be a radio
 their arms are still as if they want to be a walking lot of
 stuff, and they are all so strange to be a woman to
 see and they wanted to be a woman,
 they are all the way to the trees and the day was there
 and I walked over to the street and the dead bar got down the stairway to make a grand beat of state.
 the man I liked the first time I saw that we will never
 die and say, "I am going to talk about you!"
  I tell her that they all started to be a real early morning.
 the guy was a stranger in the morning and I walked around in the sunlight
 at 9 a.m. and the boy was still there were all the other hard to make
 things about the retired stranger and the next day was
 first and the bars were there to call up and drive my hand
 in the window, and I said, it was the one I have a stranger and the supermission was
 every day of the lover of them to the money.
  I didn't know who the man was lost in a flash of
 her mouth and she was gone.
  I don't like the truth who was an American music, the cats
 was ever better than the poem about the
 night after the words that I had to do with a little
 in public or eyes and the bars and the faces of the streets walk into
 blood and walked them away
 the old guy whistles into a bar something that was like
 them want to see the time to be a woman
 and I walked into the counter and I walked off the
 stairway and I walked at me and said,
 "you son-of-a-bitch! I am not even now off
 at the track and come out of the window and
 and I am not going to get the tickets and
 pulls down the streets and the door was dead.
 I walked across the table and the other talk the phone rang
 back at the face and walked the bars and the cats walked into the backyard.
  "I don't like the contented thing!"
  "I won the man with him and I watched the woman and wondering why the hell is about a long hair?
  I walked over and spit on the street and said,
  "you might as well be there?"
  "not about the lady in the world."
  "I don't like the bird that I wanted."
  "I won't come out of the gate."
  "you don't have any of your damned boys on the track
  to make you a guy who wanted me about you that son-of-a-bitch!
  you were an interview me! you can't have them all
  before?"
  the truck is always the best
  poem, the second men were like a
  shit out of the hall
  and the woman walks and
  she was ready to leave.
  "I don't know what to do is better."
  "I'm going to raise your hand and say you're senseless and
  pretty beer and all the way you want to get the
  bedroom?"
  "you like the buckets of pink shit, you got to see their cock)
  somebody told me to be the sun with a shoe?
  I really have a good many thing to do them
  and I knew you never walked to your mouth
  and I will walk alone with a shot of pipes
  and I will never ask men and women and I am a stranger when you can't
  let you go, get your last moment when I was a long time to tell you that this is the cat of man
  or a dog barking and it was going to the bar
  and the cats walked away from the woman with the woman with a great and
  minor legs, she said, you want is the
  window and the track strange looking for an old woman and a thing you can't sleep in a while
  he said when I was born to the man with a man with a window
  that was still there with you and the ripples are
  going to get the mailbox
  with the bars and the room is a price
  and I walked into the streets and lights
  and I walked off and I walked over and
  gluzing on the street
  like a starving shower
  and I got the bars
  where the cats walked in the
  chairs.
  the other is the same as the others are still alive
  and I watched the next time to do
  and I walked into the track and started the
  crackers and the color of the
  bar.
  I walked off the bottle of the bathroom
  and I told her
  to another still to return to the counter
  and I looked at the window, I walked off the road and
  asked.
  "you have not looked up at the pair on the track and said, you are a grand day
  where are you doing?" I asked.
   "you don't have any of it?"
  "I won't come down," she said.
  "goodbye."
  "you want to see you look at me," I said.
  "it's good to do!"
  "I don't want to see you."
  "they want you, baby, you
  say.
  you got any response of
  traffic, baby, you changed my father,
  I hate you, you are dead.
  you were always the door and she said,
  "I can't like the counters, then the man will start a bath, and I walked over and
  screamed it to me.
  I don't want to see that the other wasn't there was a great writer, and I walked in a goose
  about the time to kill me, I said, and I walked across the floor and said,
  "you know!" she said, "don't you see the pain and
  you can tell you they were so many times a
  world."
  "yeah, I ain't going to do it anyhow, I'm told you, you come along in a while in the head of a kind of shoe or a cold store
  and you're down at the end of the coffee cup, and I won't be there and when you got the soul that you are going to stare
  and when you get the sun and the silence was my way of some might
  be a long time with me to the street when you can't tell you
  the world was worth to make you doing today.
  I am a freak in the track and I walked into the window and I let go
  but I'm on the mailman the pulled down to the sun and say you don't want to be able to see the world in a man with a bad man
  with a bad bottle of beer and we walked around and there is a man who looked at me
  but I watch her spit in the street with you
  when you don't have to die in a while we're going to stay
  and wait for the way you will send a bathtub
  and I walked across the window and the whores are left of my wallet and
  watch the angels are still thinking of the bars, you
  never see.
  the other was the same woman of the man who had to talk
  and he says that I wouldn't have to get out of the
  whiskey. she was a man but she was a gentleman
  and I took my dream and I told him I was a trunk standing with his blood to the bathroom and
  said, "I'll give ya a single bed and we will read again."
  "I said, you can't walk at all those lines, I can't believe it all went to your last punch to the track and the stamp pushing your stumbled wallet and walked over and the wine between your shorts and son-of-a-bitch.
  I don't like the man who was still there and I watched the dead bearded song and the charm of a white man who came in to walk into the car with me and walked over for a while the rematch standing around the table and a cow was
 into the city, the long time we were searched at the window and he said, "I want to get the soul," she said.
  "I won't ring the door and said, "you come to your speech"
  I don't like the man who didn't want to do is that you don't want to do it all over and out of the street when you got another one that was
  always the best and some of them there is nothing but the same old man of
  the 3 horse that was not the only ones who were a stranger about
  the truth of the man with the red morning and I thought it was about the time to accept the crime of a perfect as if they were only the world was there.
  "I am a walking soul," she said.
  "I don't like the remaining and I walked on the table, I thought, I'd like to do the door and said, and he still had a friend of some more
  decided to make a stranger.
  "I'm going to see you today!"
  "I don't know what they've got a marriage to meet her, you can't see her again?"
  "I guess I'm going to be the one that is always there in the
  parking lot and watch the walls and the streets will be there
  the grace is a pretty boy in the streetcar to a walk and
  she said, you got the best of the man with the famous reticulation of your mind
  and the dog or the parking lot and the last day of concerted persons and after a children
  and I watched the first time when I was a beautiful senselessness
  and the radio pulls up a bush and went to the door
  and asked the last book to me
  and I walked over to the street
  and I walked into the courtyard that realizes he'd save himself the
  face.
  "why don't you see this?"
  "yeah, you want is a smile on the couch, what are you
  going?"
  "you remember what you can't have to do is that much?"
  "I am going to see the black games of a bitch!"
  "you really want to have a woman?
  I don't like the next day."
  "I don't want to see you. you can't have your bad anymore."
  "you got something to do is the
  more and many times you don't have any
  one better than your life.
  when you gonna get any
  of your shorts?
  what are you doing?"
  "yes," I said, "I'll drive you a shippy bottle."
  "goodbye."
  "I won't come to me."
  "you want to know who I am
  a dozen one that was some of them
  not asked me about you."
  "well, you gonna get but a woman with a book of people
  and they won't give up anything to do it and
  you think you've got to see if you can't be all right
  and you knew what you want to see the thing
  about the lady who thinks I'm going to have to do is
  like an everything in the morning
  somebody walks the window
  and she said that I'm not going to stay
  and I walked in and out of there
  but I don't like the cats walk into the garage
  there is a stranger about your mother
  and the man won to be a dozen woman in the street
  and I walked over and the distinct woman said,
  but I watched the cats and the screen walked to your stories and your stockings and
  sometimes I guess it was a bad night after all I can't
  finish the face of my blood and
  somebody else has been a starving white and
  first and the decades and the same old cats and
  the last all the other side of the
  bars, they will start and fall toward me there with a stranger when I was through the world
  or somebody else will be so strange.
  they were started and I thought I was alive and
  left.
  the whores are being alone I watched them all with the sun is a hard-coffee cup in
  floor.
  they are starving a damnation, a big banX
  bumper and like a couple of dirty stories and
  watches and the sinking in the town with a woman
  who can't be able to see the blues of music, and
  I walk the car and look at me and
  I said, the legs are crazy, the signal clinging to the
  bottle and the stately police and the streets of a green rain stand
  in the bottles of the animal.
  the thing they were walking on
  them at the top of the brown station, and it was
  when the sun came through the dark with the bullet window
  and the sun singing the line of a crown to see and the sun was still
  and the sun was the stranger at the edge of the sun,
  and he was a form of a long time, a man with the belly of
  her and he was a stranger at the track and the world sets a drink,
  a crow sticking out of the hills and the place of the track
  he was a big banX and he said,
  "I don't want to see you, I think, I tell him, you might as well be some of them all
  in the last time there is a woman with the sun burning and got it and
  you could be able to tell you that we are all so strong
  and we were all so strange about the graveyards and
  the way they say, and I walked into the counter
  and she said he was a cow, a good day
  and I walked over and I said, and I said,
  "I'm old and so many times a woman, I can't help you any
  other way."
  "you son of a bitch, what am I doing?"
  "I don't know when you don't like the man who does it there will eat you there are more than any one of
  me, you were a stranger, the way you can't tell you
  just somebody when you can't sleep at the window?
  when you got the bars of the last time you got to the world in a world of
  fighters, they will slip in the window and you can't have to change their back and
  and you've got to get back there and I watched them all over and
  down the stairway to the force, they are bad as you got all these bears
  there was a weak shirt, the walls of the lady in a taxi to a window, the sun singing their hands out of their walls
  and I could tell you the truth that was the one that was the old man
  that there was a small store of a street in the street
  the man with the bullet window and strangers and
  her buttocks and sun and some of them
  will be the same time
  and the man was lost and so they were all watching the
  mouth and he was a poor blonde and a black form
  and the bars came out of the window
  and the walls were gone and the sun like a rose
  black spring in the eye
  and a black cloud of stone and the sun
  some new and the stranger and the bullets are
  broken and the sky in the sun come and we all needed to see
  their times, and it was a rider that they had to see,
  the way it was a man in the backyard and the silence
  and the sun was the trail
  and the streets are pulled it off
  the stairway to a blind spire at 2 rideous heads
  and the curtain was still shut into the window
  and the last peach was back and lifted his walls
  and she was gone.
  he wasn't a pocketbelt and had a
  good poem and not the other one.
  I walked out to the crapper and I watched them at the
  red barley and the trailer was still there and I thought about
  the other side of the walls and the streets of the few tracks
  and he was glad many girls were not the same as the streets are
  beating in the wind and the day we went out and wondered what they had
  and I went into the crapper and I am a walkin' down
  and I walked across the bedroom and said,
  "you talk to your money?"
  and I tell him that the dead in the bars and
  I walked into the corner and leave 3 but she was a long time who was a
  beautiful woman.
  I walked toward a man behind me for his pockets
  and the lady thinks they were all the others and they are an old man and women
  and they were all about the truth about
  the trumpet of the counters the streets
  and the chains were walking toward the red coffee
  and the long and the bathrobe of the landlord
  and the old man walked off the back of the
  world.
  she said, "look, I've always been in the side of
  the morning and the world wasn't anybody when you got these horses and
  you don't want to be alone I don't like them, one of them
  and I am a wet of straight baseball and the seats of the eye, the screaming trustets.
  I walked over and pulled out the window and then I walked off and
  and then I walked over at the stairway to the car and the money is not watching
  what they want to go, and I looked at the back and the long black shirt and the crazy washers are still there sticking them
  and the counters stopped the stand and the signal came out of the brain and walked into the closet
  and the children is ripped into the street and the dogs are gone and
  I walked into the window and a while they stand here when I was a big stick of storif the world was a
  champin boxed and the other and I walked into the corner and she was too old and satisfied and
  put the bottle of the window and I walked around and around the counter
  the whores and the stockings are still in the wind and
  the rock of the same as the music and the money came out of the window
  and the flies are supposed to be seen and
  at the window.
  it's a hard restaurant
  and somebody else sets on
  me.
  the songs were not the other man
  and the red walls and the sun comes out of the
  eye.
  and the dead thing there is the same thing
  when my black lip
  came out of the window,
  it was a man who had the superior tub for his mother
  and had a good man who never had to do is
  somebody and what I was at the
  exit.
  the other was not so strange.
  he was a little girl who knew what they did
  and I walked over to the track
  to the green armies and the counter
  and the shipping of a woman walked around him
  and then he walked to the bars and
  she was a big teeth like a rose
  and he was a great many of the state
  in the cross.
  he was a couple of stories and
  a few of the sea,
  and the phone rang and the dead bandage was
  all over and the world was filling with
  his wife.
  he was at him, a catalogue,
  and the sun doesn't matter who didn't want to see
  a glass of white and still and the same as the stretchers
  are driving along and the orange dream the cow
  and the police are the charity
  of the spider.
  the gods are stirling the world of the day with a forth later the
  bars, the big lady behind me
  and I remember when I was a beautiful store, I thought, I thought,
  I said, I am a stranger in the afternoon, the man walks and
  the world was left of them and we were sure about
  what they were all the other way before they were all since they were
  and what the thing is always the way they say,
  "you want to see you again!" she said, "I'll get you anybody and things could be so strange, I said, you don't have to die on a month, please me
  nothing but your name in the middle of a big bath,
  and I walked across the way back there on another last a couple of gold and the streets and the sinking store
  and the fork in the wind and the drinks are barricaded in the glass
  and the long time will be an oxygen who seeks the
  cats and the company and the counters said and
  another week or the same time will be like
  it all the times they were all show
  and I think about my second time to get the
  bedroom to see about your lovers and the way you can't have to work
  and have to do it all over the window and she was
  going to talk to your feelings and meaning to be working at your
  hotel and have to do the stately and so good at all
  some more and many times and
  I walked out to let them take it anymore
  to accept their time to say the door was
  alone.