Norman and Spain [Full Poem] [Temp. 0.378]

Norman and Spain,
And the last time I see the soul in the shape of the world
The living stars will not shine our cheeks and stones
I start the challenge of the earth that has been spent to do fire.
  I don't like the soul in the streets, give up the streets of the world,
 the great palace is a market and a storm, and a blood-red sea of straw
  I was a big prophecy of a bullet-bumming street and the streets of the sea.
  The horse will not see the little thing that was only more completely the sea
  Where the grass is always hard to be stupid, and the secretaries are the world.
  I too am a fire that made a minute, and I looked at the first time the pain that she is coming back to the street and the soul is in a world of black,
  and the way they didn't want to see the words with the blood.
  I walked over and we can't walk about a little thing.
  the whore is bored and started the track and the day was a grand tear
  and he said, and she said, "I'll give you some more," she said.
  "I'll get it off the track and said, "I'll get it off and out of there wasn't anybody when you can't
  let you be a woman that you want to be able to see you do it to your better
  numbers."
  "I don't like the man before you got any more."
  "I won't be a long time to tell you the phone and the country."
  "I don't like the man who doesn't think that I'm not so stupid
  and I'm going to stay with me over and over the lawn
  doing it of one woman to be a dead. I want to get the way to the window
  or the way the world was walking through the bars.
  I don't want to see the man who had an electric library
  and I went into the car.
  the hospitals are low and we can't believe it was a
  butcher of wartening to the
  usual times.
   there is a couple of strangers and
  weeks or the world and the truck is
  the perfect death.
  the wind was gone.
  the contemplation of the world was gone.
  the woman woned with a bad guy who was a
  screaming white goose he was supposed to be
  shit. they are the best that was the same thing
  and the dead body was a friend of
  matches.
  "what are you doing?"
  "yes."
    "I don't like the truth"
  I walked into the window
  and she said:
  "I don't want to see you, baby
  and you know what I got you
  and I don't like them off.
  the clock is so sure is the
  bar about the world about the rematch
  when you are a real bastard of
  memory.
  I don't like it to be a couple of her
  and I walked in and
  say, "you see, I'm going to see you,"
  I told her.
  "I don't want to see you doing," I
  said.
  "I don't know what you can't
  get a glass of water."
  "I hate that the man make me a crime
  of the doctor."
  "the world is a white face."
  "I don't want you to be gone."
  "what did you do what you do
  it?"
  "I don't like the thing I can't go the window and I will take a
  shit. why do you love? I want to do is to me?"
  "I don't like the man with the bars."
  "I don't know what I can't."
  I got the bars to the coffee and then stood up.
  "I don't like the truth" I told him, "I want to look at you!"
  I walked into the door and walked around and the bellow stores
 "what was it you were all right?"
  "you don't work?"
  "I know what the hell you can't believe it will be really your drink," she said, "I want to see him alone."
  "I don't know what to do is that thing is a small screaming about the man who can do that!"
  "I don't know what I can't believe it will not go back there."
  "I am going to do it and walk into a hard, and I walked off the bottle, the white water is a
  bullet in the wind. and they said the other tank of the
  spider.
  all I was a big thing about the police and I am going to the truth who works to me
  the other has paid to the bastard of the stranger
  and the world was a fish, and I walked into my back and I got it with the
  bottle and said, "I'll give you this thing I do nothing!"
  and then I went in to set it out and walked around and around the bottom of a strawberry
  and I walked to the door when I was cleanin' the window and he said
  "you bet you don't like them all over the bar."
  "I don't want you to see you think you're sending you there was a
  bad women who needed to be your fault and I didn't care, and
  I had to see you think what the hell is it you were all right, I didn't know
  that much your pretty beat of fellow who was a lot of wine that is a
  lonely bottle of wine and your poetry.
  I walk into the street and I walked over and slow you to the back and
  all the way to the track of the world
  and I walk on the freeway to the table and it was a lonesome girlfriend and a big big drink to the way out
  the way to the women and the man with the world and the trucks of the sun comes out of the walls and
  the bars, you in the morning and I watched town by the morning and the man who walked off to
  down to the world and the cat walks away from the top of the horse and the dogs are sitting on the
  side of the left.
  she thinks I would like to be a long time with a good time
  about the man who has a good lady who was a weddie of things and
  of them were the proper things to do
  and I walked off to the car and the stars and the champions of the little light
  and I walked to the bathroom with a small room at the stairway and
  I went into a place when I was all right
  and I thought about my drink and I said, it's been there like that
  love some terrible idea or the storm which was a chance,
  somebody said, you know what I can't
  let you do them to see the day before you going to get your dead and moving
  and you could be really about you, I want you to see
  but I know when I was sitting on the track and walked out the window
  to the track and the clock is so strange to be with the
  world.
  maybe I'll see them all over your back and
  some of them that you can't figure you
  beat their one to make you
  go away.
  they are all the money that you don't have to die and
  you have to do with them to see
  their faces, they are the soul
  that one of them they were all I want to see
  them.
  I don't know why I don't love me
  and you were always the way they were a walk of some
  god all the lates they were an all those mothers and
  paintings and the bottles of paper screaming their
  wine and your mother and a tiny and more than you are
  not thinking about me.
  they were a bad leaf and your heart in the house to
  get there and you knew what they were done.
  you were a beautiful stories of minutes than the sinking of
  the sun beat on the box the bars to the world and the face of the
  first of the great many of them
  all we want to see their faces and their
  and the rest of the boys
  the glass of water and the stranger and the better that will be the
  barber.
  now you want to give up and all your book of things
  they are so sleeping and they were looking for any of
  them.
  they were not as good as you are all the property of a woman in the clerk, they will say
  anything.
  they were always the same day when you can hear it
  and the stars the red canyons are still there with the
  bathroom and the barn and
  the dead dogs and the sun is sure
  the streets are like a dirty shirt and the trailers and
  the sun is the golden thing about the shades will never see
  their strong men and women and the streets
  the red birds came along in the street
  and I walked over and got a chance to stay
  and the stars were all the other times a
  famous thing that I was all right there in the
  world.
  and the storm is still there in the streets
  and I fell on the street
  and the charm of the air and the streets
  and the cats we will go on and
  gave up the bars.
  the lady is the dead in the hospital
  and a woman who was a real bad women
  and the phone rang.
  I kept thinking about the
  racetrack.
  they were always the man who looked at me
  and I told him to be a big thing to see
  me.
  when I got there the way they were all weakly and
  like a woman who looked at me and
  I walked into the corner and she said,
  "you mean you fight to see you again, and
  many times you can't have to do is
  like a woman, yeah, you know what I can't
  get a message to me."
  "what the hell you can't believe?"
  "I don't want you to be a greater better,
  you're the one that was sitting here."
  "not you for you."
  "I don't like the man who thinks I'll call it all off the table?"
  she said, "I hate you!"
  I walked out to the room and said, "I don't like the rematch and
  many times."
  "well, what about the man who said, "I'll know" at all
  and the man walked out of the door and the dogs went out and learned
  the cat walked out the window and it was a
  scream of chairs.
  I walked over and pinched her down the street when he took a bath of stories and
  feeling somebody told me, "Hello, I don't want to see you,"
  she said, "what are you doing?"
  I said.
  "you don't like them to see if you don't like the many things that I want
  to see you this is the cat with me?"
  "you tell him, you got all the other world with me?"
  "well, you were a good one, and I won't climb up somebody with the
  door, you look at you, you're too late, the other thing is in the way to stay and
  buy a few days ago
  the way they were an old whiskey and a bean, we were all since we were always thinking about the
  mistake of the boys and old man almost coming out of
  the radio, they are the same thing they were all right, "you're a wet of been alone."
  "well, I don't want to see you, you want to
  do is this and I want to see you think that
  we want to get the state of a long time with you
  and we don't know why I gun better than the way you want to know?
  I mean, you can't do anything but money are you alive, he's a grand car and the other thing I could
  be better to be going to see the woman with a woman that
  the one who practices the strength on the walls
  and the wind blows around the world and the strange and the street was
  a big bag of paper stars and the bullets are gone
  and the thing they were all working to be a drunken day or the other place and
  my friends and the hands of the red bones by the stars
  and the walls were both to see the streets of pleasant and the world of the last of the trumpets and
  and the same thing that are the same as the streets are still too late, the little time will be the man who working the belly and the dead blood of the broken legs are really all about
  a charity woman in the first time I watched them all the other side of the streets and let me in a stranger about
  them, and I walked into the lawn and she said, I don't know why they would call it out the door
  and the doc looks at him and he said, he said, "I'll drive you down," I said.
  "I don't want to see you, you got some more and nothing you can't sleep at this house to the
  first floor."
  "I want to do is send you a few times when you got these people at the track."
  "I don't like the other person to the drink."
  "I don't like the world in your car and your lover want to do it and walk down the street."
  "I don't like that much computer of a profit," and I started the bars, I said,
  "I am a shot of starline and strong, and I love you, I said, why does you do
 that? I hate you! you make your fingers, got that son-of-a-bitch!
  why do you tell you about you?
  and I said, I am a stranger with a woman and I felt like a woman
 and a little while I was a stranger about the sun buried in the clock and the sun and the way they believed
 when we were the only one the end of the last night
 the streets are lying on a barbed window
 and the stars will not start as if to come their cares
 they were sitting with their times and
 stories.
  they are the same time the others began to think that they were only the same thing they were all working to see
 them to do it.
  they were serious of them or anybody's and the last person
 and the dead flies and the world of the boys of the streets and wars
 watching the streets of an animal
 and the company and the walls of the screaming of the
 store and the streets of the sun singing at the top of the
 walls.
  the last time I watched them out of the house,
 the whiskey banks of my soul.
 a little situation of sand, and I love you the
 best mushroom and life and my work at a time to stay with
 here.
  they talked about a stranger and a window
 on the back of my bed, and they wait for the track
 every time I have a day of
 started and the dead eyes
 who were a beautiful and a later
 that stood on the table
 and the dead black and the streets
 the bright sea and the color of the
 streets
 the same story,
 the whores and the trumpets are
 a red bird and the whole thing was
 strange.
  then the jockeys want to get the
 street, said the
 best thing of death.
  we were set it out of the window
 the whole thing they were so many times
 and I fell alone in a great and all the landlord
 they walked in a cigarette and there was a
 while the old man with a woman with his
 barred bunches
 and he was still there was
 the world in a place and the walls were
 partly to the counter
 he was a red gold on a black curve
 and he said, "you've got to see you
 are not a great writer, you can't really write about your fingers
 and we are a block to pull the street, when you can't
 believe if they were all the poets
 that you can't help you now
 it will go away and
 like to be a dead.
  I can't sleep at them.
 and I won't be able to have to
 do is to be a child
 and I walked to the door and said,
 I'll figure you a woman and I wouldn't see
 you.
  what the hell you can't
 believe in a time?
 what are you doing?"
 she said.
  "I don't like the other thing of it"
 when I got up and walked around and
 sit down and said,
 "you talk to your lover, you couldn't be
 with the best thing).
  some of them were not going to talk to
 such a small child, a good lady
 that was the other side of my friend
 sometimes you are alive, I don't want to be in the
 job.
  we don't know why I wanted to get the
 night with a belly of
 charity.
  we are all so strange about the man who needed a shipping clerk
 and the one who still had some more
 problems.
  sometimes I didn't know what to do
 in the morning.
  the man walks away from the brain and
 fighter than any of them
 sent me their wine and the stretch of the
 statement.
 the cats walked in the street before and they lie
 there.
  the way the flame is a man with the streets
 with a grass going to the rock and
 belly.
  the trailers had been made in the street
 and the sun comes out of the driver
 the clock walked away
 and the same story had been a
 dialet fighter, eyes that stick out the window
 the stars the sea was a little
 elephant in the eyes of a big big
 literary human spire.
  they have not left and she says,
 he was a big man and horse and sound in the
 street the dog died and walked into the bed
 and the world was closed at the track and walked to the
 storehouse of the track
 and the grass is dead, and then he walked into the track and sat down
 and I said, "I mean, you made you
 in the middle of a bottle of
 white shoes and I pull the window walls and
 stocksabbed and sandwich, and you talked
 again.
  and the sound of the truck are on the stairs
 of the other woman
 and the grave of the dead
 walls and the bullets continued to
 believe their unseen company
 sea in the air
 they are all around
 that wasn't the world it was
 and they were born to be
 a stranger.
  the time they are the soul
 and the strongest men of some
 whiskey
 there are bad and forth
 and I don't like the sun
 and I walk and looked at me
 and walked the house and
 staring at the back of
 the bottles.
  the school was the stranger where the streets are
 not the grave.
  the other day we were doing the way to the
 streets or
 the world and the way to the
 window,
 and the dead sounds of the books
 the particles of the dead and
 sister of the belly
 and the walls,
 the whores and the sky is like
 the last bone of the traffic.
 the day was heaving the streets
 of the bars and the flashlights
 of the streets and
 the same store
 of the bones and the brain
 the grass is the same time
 without a belly
 of the tough,
 the flowers are and the bones
 of the street
 and the streets
 and the phone
 and the belly
 and the steambranch
 of the streets
 the pain like
 the streets
 and the streets
 the carved store
 the cars at the street
 and the same as the sun
 and the sun shines and
 the stars and the sun cannot breathe
 in the bottom of the streets.
 the stars are still the strength of the
 street with the walls,
 the sun is silently as sunlight
 and the grass is the belly and the sun and the
 stored of the streets
 and the first press is the only one to be a perfect and
 beautiful and the world
 and the contest of the sun which waits for the sun
  the forces of the sun will stop the streets
 and the whiskey banks and the lips scream
 and the walls are dead and the same line of
 the crows.
  they were a great spider and the hands of the sky
 and the sun singing a man with the window
 and the statesman and the streets of the same as they were dead.
  the dead counters were all about the road and
 storms.
  the energy piece of the day was the part
 the whores are the same as they were surprised
 their hands and old women and their arms and
 their stories and bars and poets and
 reach of a beautiful party of friends,
 they were doing the streets of the bottle and the streets
 and the curtains of the largest line, and
 the driver with their way to the walls
 and bars, the stars, the private catalogues
 and the river and the company
 floods,
 the way to the soul, the traffic still the sun singing
 their heads of history and poetry and
 property of political classical music,
 the way to the girls of the body,
 the soul is learning to go away.
 the shoes are beating the bars of the eyes of
 sea and the same old man with the white shirt and the bones and
 their cars and the bars, the heads of the blood
 and the gray hatters and the sun returns in
 the garage, stop to the back of the walls
 of the grass in the sand, the streets of the square
 the shadows are far away.
 and the world is longer to suck as a strange world
 out of the drunken dog barks as they were gone.
  the workers come to the walls,
 the streets of the streets and the spells
 of the belly, and the drummer was the animal
 and the stars of the window was still alive
 with the floating sound of the bottle
 and the head of the bust that still was a beautiful woman
 and the other to the end of the sun with a stranger
 and the first time some of them all around
 them all the way they were everywhere
 with their faces and the streets of heads
 and the signs of the grass
 of me, they are gone and they are all along
 and the stars are singing there in the
 sun
 the world of the music is a great man
 and the streets and the world of the sun,
 the stars and the tall green of the radio,
 of the dead mouths of the streets,
 the same old poem is a day of starvation and
 seeking the streets of spiders and the traffic.
 I am not a life of something when they can't live with me and
 she walks and they were all the ones, they were serious and
 poured another drink, and I didn't want to see
 some of them all over the way to the last of the abstractions of
 the boys on the table, the dog between the ladies of men
 and their landscapes and their cows and the bars, or the mountains and the streets of white dog barks with blood
  and the writing was the sea in the sunlight and the walls
 and the hard screams of the world of the traffic.
  the gods were not the last of them all
 with their more than anybody
 that all the world is
 the same old man who has the best
 something of any more
 the doctor
 and the gods are all the politics
 and the sun filling them out of the street,
 and I sat there and the sun came back and
 began with a barber
 and the crown of the track
 and the color of the rest of the
 brain
 and the walls are barred
 and the streets
 and the storm and the streets
 the blood flies into the stars
 the sound of a street
 the breaking of the day
 and the wind blows a broom
 and the streets
 the dragon and the street
 the streets are still they
 began
 at the back of a
 bar.
  and the woman comes out of
 the barred
 fields and the bars,
 storif on the parking lot and
 the barns and the glass and the belly
 of the rock.
  the colors are driver, the white dogs
 start and failing and the streets are still
 with their hands and the dead good of
 the stars.

   the leaves are being there, and I walked into the window
 and I like the man who was still alive and
 smiled at him and went on to go to
 some time to get the horses the world
 and the counters walked over and threw them
 high.
  and there is a woman who was
 sex like a black shift of poetry
 and the sun dressed in a room at the back and
 started a couple of coffee cold and she was a cheap fighter and a couple of the locating and
 at the edge of the track.
  I watched the car and studied them away
 like a bad woman who tried
 contested and smiled and
 say, "it's a good wife."
  and I told her that I was always there
 I am always the money out of the
 stairway and I looked at my window
 and I walked off the street
 but I don't want to be a woman and
 like a broken leg and slip them out of the streetcorners and
 the old man walked into the coffee and the sun comes out of the parking lot and
 and the counters the walls are the stranger had a
 distance thing: the coming of the
 streets are not even a short pink white
 wine, and the walls are gone
 and the counter started the back of my head
 and the streets of the bottle
 of the streets
 the streets and the fields and the sun
 the swans of the sun slipped in the back streets
 and the streets and the windows of the leaves
 the catalogues of the brain and
 the street walks the edge of the door
 and the company walks away their eyes and
 little big lives and the dead living
 with a bad leaf and the belly the clock walked in the
 stairway.
  the city of the same boy is the man with the whole thing
 and the day was there and they came around
 and I said,
 "I am a friend who wants to be a drink, it was a trunk about the other one.
  I walked over and I said, "I'll be your countrie, you see, I'm going to get the good day
 and I walked off in a small train street
 and I drive alone and we went into the corner
 I could hardly think that all that was the same tire
 and they are different with the other times they were all working
 and the other was about the table about the man who thinks he's a real woman for her killer
 and the world was a perfect sang and the canopy
 the pain of the dead are the same as the editors were gone,
 and I don't like the man who had a metal door
 and he was still a cigarette and he said, "I don't like the time you love me."
  "I don't like the truth" she said, "he was a stranger about the time.
  I don't want to see him a week. he was a fight with a bottle of wine and he was a great writer, a big letter or a day
 and then he said, "I want to see the whorehouse on the storm, I'll be a stranger about him pretty soon?"
  "I don't like that thing had gone," she said.
  "I don't like the screaming of the bars, you are like a crowded glass, I want to see you think that
 we want to see you again."
  "I am going to walk into the window, he'll be all right, she said.
  I said, I said, I thought, I can't
 fight to see the dog with me. I can't walk one of them.
 I don't want to hear a while they were so strange about the worst of them as
 they were all so strange about the world and the free coupins and the counters
 of the streets they are being looking and they were so well
 and they were not there.
  the track is blowing in the sunlight and in the sunlight and the walls and the streets
 and the streets of streets and the streets and our breath and the sunlight and
 sleep, and the state is low and the bars came out of the street
 and the state of blood pressure and face
 we are the sounds of the compassion, the trumpets and
 wars, the way to the first time they are longing at the walls and
 contented faces, and the walls of the streets are spasmical
 intestines and words with their lives and
 fingers, nothing more so they are all the way to the
 trembling hours and the lights of the horses and
 all the other worlds of the first thing that asks,
 they are all along with their tough stuff to the
 bar and the day we were only one of them and their completions are
 everywhere.
  and the other was the same time
 they were always the way they were always the way to
 see the screaming of the man,
 the way they were never too much
 said, "physically has a good many
 breakfast to the same time you live with a woman
 that it wouldn't do anything to do is
 that thing is not the phone of
 them that their work at a time you find that the
 little thing I knew you are all over and it will never
 need to do what you ever
 see.
  the birds are supposed to be
 the soul of the brown bandage of the
 streets.
  the conversation of the pain is the
 strength of the men who come around
 and I got the beer and sing you to the street
 you walk away.
  the golden docks are crashing the back of my broken
 park benches and the stairs are sunker and
 here sitting here around the floor of the left one
 of the red river.
  the phone rang and the assembly beautiful women
 and I walked to the freeway short and a while
 the cats walked into the corner
 and the cars stood there was a beer
 the sheets and the stars and the drunken bars
 we went out and said,
 "I have a new wine for a minute, I can't
 believe in your hand, you don't have to do, you
 don't have to do is fuck you, you
 can get anything to say,
 they are all been all the counters saying
 you are all we have to do
 and I don't know what to do
 and you don't want to tell you
 the truth, they were all we want to
 see you
 in the arms of yourself
 in the way to the gate,
 there are many years ago
 and the other way they were all
 the red little buncherjacks and
 little man with the bathrobe and
 being able to see them
 fighting to your eyes of people around
 the stranger that you can't tell you the
 strength of the face
 of your books
 they are all the other men
 and the cow dogs will have to hear them
 holding on your
 thirty package
 the white lights of the bottle and the sunlight and
 the barnacle of the world of a bugban
 yourself.
  the great secret white shoes
 you walk on the blue short
  and your legs are gone
 as the belly are like
 one of the bottles and the streets
 and the sun came up against the main and
 peace,
 and the curving and the sun singing the belly
 floors, the grass of the bombards and
 the screaming of the butterflies.
 I don't like the same lady when I told you
 I think you're really not probably think of
 something that you can't see them.
  the clock walls all over the parking
 party the world got to the warning the state of a white minor
 new and the bars and the world of the morning and the champ of the content
 and the world was bad and a boy in the lanes of
 performance.
  and I looked at the champ of the bottle of the
 bottle of the absence of a woman and
 like a few man to the world and the bars and the brush
 and the radio and the hardest thing that all they were not going to talk
 to be lost again.
  the old woman walked away from the bottle
 and the man who was gone
 and the man walked out the window
 and I took a coffee and went to the
 stairway to pull the cat
 and all the way they had to go to the
 street.
  then I went into the street to him
 in a world of stories, and the next day
 and the dog pulls the window, the world was a crowd
 and the lady was
 on the radio:
 "I guess it will come to me."
  "you are a gray line of a bitch, I don't like the
 strange man with the same time you don't have to do it anymore."
  "I don't like them all over the world."
  "I don't know when I am I was there."
  "I don't like it."
  "what are you doing?"
  "I mean to see you," she said, "I'll fight you the
  student."
  "I mean well that she could never trust that woman who wanted to be alone and
  some of those who wanted me about you, I didn't want to see you got to see you.
  when you got the truth with me?
  I don't know why I am a--
  even the man would take me now, the walls of the boys who wanted me to be
  a great wife and a perfect return to the other woman
  that they were some men and women and women and the trucks that want to come from
  barrier to be a dead bathroom and the bars on the street and walked back to the
  chair.
  the cops stopped to the edge of the man, they are the best thing about the man
  that I could still make a walker of stories, they weren't going to get to the main to keep drinking
  and the stately place was still there and I think they were always there and
  I can't answer, I didn't go to the door when you can't
  all wait.
  they were all right, I said, you are always too much on the
  street and I am all about the first time I'm going to see you
  not to see you again.
  and I said, I said, you should have been a long time
  and I will never come back in a woman who won't believe and I didn't want to see the trucks of
  the streets of bars, and I watch a hill about the world of the morning and I think when you got the worst time I walked in and out of a woman
  more than a strange line and the sun comes out of the walls
  and I walked into the street with a homeless window
  there is a woman with the streets of straps and
  the sun singing a stranger
  and the walls will be a dirty lover
  and the first time I was a beer.
  my face is a window while he was pullin' at the coffee cup
  and the last of the rocks are still waiting
  to the track at 7:30 a.m.
  there is a clock to the last of the
  walls.
    I walk up and down the room and
  sat there like a crow wall
  and the stars are not sure as a
  stranger in the street
  and I went in and walked away
  the world.
  the charm of darkest and black and the sun
  and the other was beautiful and complexities.
  and all the way they were all over the track
  and the world was a picture of a block of water,
  and I walked off the bottle of a man with the bottle
  and the man walked to the door
  and he said, "I don't want to do it."
  I said, "I don't like the strange and it wasn't there.
  I don't know why I want you to be able to see the champ"
  the stories of them twisting the state of poison?
  I am a friend of my last poem (month!"
  "thanks," she said, "I can't believe it"
  I am a son-of-a-bitch!
  and you can't see the boys and your stories and
  her children slide up the steps
  and she said, I want to get the
  side.
  she said that I was a clown on the track
  and the man walked around and the cats walked the bar
  and she was a big thing the foreign sheets began to speak to
  me.
  "I don't know who I am asleep, I'll go about in a
  Castro of the Big Bashon, or Nobody Can I see you
  better for you?"
   "yeah, I'm glad I got to think about your work
  and when you got the simple ass?
  I don't know why I am sad
  and I walked out of the door with me?
  I want to see the storm and walk into the dirty side of the animal
  and the stars in the street they were all pretty for the bottle of the crows
  and the dogs were walking through the streets when they were not going to walk
  and they were all so strange about it all
  being forgotten. and they were all right
  and the cats walked in their way of stories,
  I watched the dead bird and got a fire and a man with the silence
  and the phone rang and a barber
  in the sunlight.
  the girls were all great, and the radio was a stupid counter
  of the butterflies.
  and the next time I had to do it all over the
  barred storm.
  I started to answer.
  I walked into the army of the bar
  but I watched the man who had a
  beer. I had to tell the ticket and then he began to see and they were all walking the
  corner and I walked off to the window on the
  room and said, "I don't like them all over the way the sun came out of the walls."
  "you son of a bitch, or the other one, and you're the only one of your books
  and the thing I really love you, you can see the screen there was a real bad women
  push a dark blue 6 or 3 days and
  in the middle of a beer.
  I walked over and poured and then walked out and looked at me
  and I told him that wasn't the other woman and
  he was always the time was
  doing. then she walked out the door
  and the next day was heard about the trucks of the horses they are all wonderfully in the street and walked out the door
  and I said, "I won't be up on the bar."
  "I don't like them to return the horse and sit in a chair on the walls."
  "yeah. I am a winner walked out of the door.
  I don't know why I want to be in a horse with a bath, what are you doing?"
  I got up and walked around and I said,
  "you can't go to me in a woman and you don't have any more?"
  "I won't come to your person to me."
  "yeah. I don't want to hear it all over the parties
  and the cats walked by and I watched them there and
  they are so sure about the truth about
  me.
  I am a freak in the street when I was a good fight
  and I went into the left one to the car and the man who began to shoot
  and I walked into the bathroom and he said, "I'm not a
  dozen and a man before."
  "I don't know what I can't."
  "I don't like the truth" I told him, "you think you'd be a good old man, you know what they were on your left hand and
  some of them the mind is the world was a bad time?"
  "I want to see the door and said, "I'll be all right, you should
  have to see you."
  "I don't know why I want to see you
  too long."
  "I'm sorry, I'll get a good poem about the last time to do it
  I don't want to see you."
  "I don't know what you do to see that much your day you want to know who to do
  and I will tell you the poet about your maidens and your car track your hand and your lover was a dead cat on a shadow
  but I watch the same speech is a crown of standing at the top of the left side of the bottle, you see the school and you could see the dead one by one leg and starting and blue and slow
  and some of them that was your body and your soul is the same thing to get there when you can't
  like to be a child of your eyes and you make things better to stay a child
  they say that you're still there in the streets when you were all about the man who looked at the window and we walk off the streetcast
  and you could get a better thing about it, you were a great boy about the world and the streetcars and the tracks of your hand and your shoes, why does that work?
  what are you doing when you can't want to see?
  my wife are crowned with the state of the day while
  the way you think they are my black at me
  and you can't have to see them
  and I know that they would never have to get away
  but I don't like the truth with the same as the other toilet are like and they were all watches them and
  I am a fellow in the streets and the track stretches the fire
  the radio stands up against the wall with a starving truck
  the color tve talking about the horses and the slave comes out of the window
  and the man walks the window and the day was a big big woman with a large statement
  and the last of the sun got into the window
  at the track and he said when they walked around
  and she was a turkey on the street
  and I walked into the coffee and on
  the radio: she said,
  "I don't like them off. there is the boys once and the doc love you
  before they were all right, I thought you can't
  like to be alone. I don't like your press one to 80.
  the game is a couple of stories and son-of-a-bitchbone
  fellow and the crown in the world
  and the jungles of families were there
  and they were so many lovers were never to see
  them that we are all so good at any more, and
  I am a man with a hot man
  who are married about the man who has the strength of
  the last of the rest of the last of the red birds and
  the counter and the charity of the man who then all the way they do
  and when I was a big thing I started them and the way they were
  the one who could be a long time and there was a dark countries and
  she was a beer.
  he was a good hotel: he was a fight with a hero
  and I thought about the man who had the soul and that night again.
  "I don't want you to die, they gave me the car in the morning. now he says, "I don't like the man to see the woman as I watched the stretch on the wall, the black stone stinks the bullets of the landlord.
  I am a man who talked to me: he was a real lawyer with the business and the other trailer of the radio,
  and I walked out to the back of the track and the lonely person had a few streets
  and we were all so sleeping and we were talking about the streets of old and murdered her body,
  then he said, he was an Arab or the bars, a clerk, our face of a big bus
  for his works and he had been her sex who had a
  strength for him, he said, was the only one?
  he was a couple of wine and I walked off to the bathroom and
  said, "I don't want to be the world and she never did.
  she was a man in a walker on the bed
  the world was still there and I walked off in a flash of storm
  and he said, "I guess that's why I guess it was a completion of a person to see me
  of the guy who beats the last day and the profilers are filled with the streets of the floor and the patrons of their hands
  and the first police and the sun don't look at the track again and I looked at the track to the window
  and a chair was the last time I got a cane of stone and study the bottle of the wall and the sun was
  a red barber where they were the dirty store of the storm and the black bar toward the screen
  and I went to the door when he was gone and we went into the table and walked around and
  walked to the counter and started the
  mouth. I thought about him about the expensive and out of the
  barred son-of-a-bitch, he was a cow walked in the bathroom and the bars stopped to the
  door.
  "I don't like the man who does it figure that way to say."
  "I don't know when you can't allow you are not fine."
  "I'll give ya one of your crimes," I said.
  "I don't like the man who was a hard child on the table, it was a little mean woman of a bunch of scrape7 and some of them that was in the main thing of a
  butterfly."
  "I'll be a lot of things to see the dream of my father, and I walked into the corner, I watched them all the first time to see them with the old black and the supermarket of the crazy butterflies.
  the phone rang and the cars sat down and the bars turned to the counter and the man we are all singing and saying, "hey, he was a little while in the sink of a red grave, why doesn't you make it all with about the fucking floor and
  made you accept my life? and your saying somebody in the world and your stuff?
  I am a humble of all the little lots of boy who can be in there?
  and you're better for another world, or couldn't help it
  but not things about your hand and your books,
  they were always the trumpet of your poetry.
  the man we were all beautiful and beautiful and
  not too many times and that only thing
  and your books are all you can see them
  and the color of the street trees in the
  world.
  the lady started on a woman with a car
  and you see the school and still make your room
  and your shoes are some thing it was
  better than your shoes or
  the same as the sun ran out of the street and
  the gambling bears are the screaming
  of the champ.
  the bars were spreading for you
  and the door was scared and
  grandmother is the main stranger and the
  wine bathed back.
  and the world was still there at a tent
  of street and dead and
  eyes of body, and
  the man who dreams the way they were
  around the bedroom and white and
  some of the belly and a beautiful sister
  and I walk across the way to the counter
  and the stately place of a dead
  beautiful screaming to see where the answers were
  going to the radio,
  the red rose is gone.
  the stranger was a white couch and
  the sun came in and
  he walks away from the bed
  and the lady is so strange and
  drinking and the police and the streets
  and the dogs are going to the poor little band of the
  white shirt and I watched them all over the
  street and we all stayed and smiled at
  me.
  I took a letter from the window, the cats are
  staring at them.
  I watched them all over the place
  and the storm is blowing them in a barn of full
  sitting alone, and I walked into the door and
  walked over and I walked away
  a bath, found me for a small room
  toward the state of water, and I walked off to
  the bars, and I walked off the road and
  smoked a beer, a good lady in the sun with a back of a roar of the side,
  and the walls are still there and they talked about the world
  when I am walking through the window, the landlady walks away
  and a big ticket to the streets and the color as the leaves are not really as an unusual man
  and their mothers are the dead and the music of the storm and the stuff
  and the bars were gone.
  the next day they walked down the streets of water
  and the first time I had a beer, a big back
  of beer.
  a grand person was gone.
  he was a cigarette and the bars of the streets
  and he was a blood and the counter
  the whiskey hands of his sacked policeman
  and the barn in the sunlight,
  and the sight he stops a wallet and strangers
  and he was a great man who had a few days
  and I walked over and pulled out the door and said,
  "I am a soul thing in the track and said, you're better to be yours. they were all right, she said, you shouldn't do that woman as you got the stretchers of things alone and you don't have a good home
  and I really want to see you again.
  they were always there and I watched them all
  and all I want to get away from the womb and they sat there
  and you were all so good to see the trucks of your books
  they were doing it to me if you don't like them all over the bathroom
  and I will walk alone again and I said, you're screaming the door to the bar
  and I walked in and out of the drives and the sidewalks and the last color of a fire, and you've got the other day and we are all slipped with
  me.
  I'm glad I give you the door with the world
  when you don't like them all over the streets and
  I said, you were a kind of more day or a good one, and then you can't believe it
  can you be alone?
  I don't know who you can't allow me to me?
  I don't know why I want to see that thing had engablement to
  start the bars, they want to see the doors
  and you love you to get these first days or
  a short home, and you're the worst of the grand and the dead bottle of the
  mailbox, and the world was the blood of the world was the other woman and
  the way they were alone and there was a dark car,
  but I know what I was about the last time of a big time
  and the trailers were so strange about the same time I love you
  and I walked in and out of the window
  the dirt rolled and we walked to the
  room and I walked into the freeway and looked at my beer
  and the other was low and on the street walls
  and the world was on the ashes and the sun got out of the banks and the world was a big train station
  and he was still there and the sound of the world came out and we went out and leave a man with a green lawn
  and the other the man walked to the cracked and I walked off in the bathroom and the drunken shot of little blondes and
  the dead bearded and sometimes in the father's barber that could not see any
  beautiful woman.
  he was a hard, a little while they were down on me
  and he said, "I won't be really going to talk about you, baby,
  you got a guy in a place to get the table and it will be doing with a blood-ripped tongue in the window,
  the bars screamed in the bars, you're a secret
  one.
  the other to suggested to scream and
  as I like the champ of my left hand on the walls
  the last of the stars and the horses will be the man with the steps of the man with the world
  and the strongest women will serve you and your mind
  and your lover will be my hand
  and you were always the dock and the way they were
  writing about the same old man and I walk from the wooden grave
  somebody walks the door
  and I said, you could be a little
  children, this is the mailman with a beer
  and I walked into the street to the same thing
  and you could hardly know when you got the truth
  when you can't sleep at the window and
  you can't go anywhere.
  you will have to be a week later
  the end of them are the world out of the
  cheap woods. . ."
   "I'll get you the way you are all in blue?"
  "I don't know when you got any of the game," she said, "I'll fight you anything before."
  "well, what the hell you come back"
  I walked into the window on the street and I talked about the bottle and the other parts of the street
  and the man was gone.
  "I said, and I told my shoes and the first time I've been there.
  they were all right. they were all right, I can't
  say.
  then I am writing a little thing. he was a man with the simple streets
  of a woman who has a fucking place with shell
  and he said, "I know why you could do that!"
  "I don't even be able to see you to think of
  the man with the time to see the way to the seats of the morning."
  "I won't stand in the street in the arms," I said.
  "I don't like Blake's bad but that you were not going to leave."
  "I don't know when you don't want to call it out of my beer, and I'm going to see you again
  and I will send me a week like that then they were all we were going to get these walls and
  they want you to get the man with a long time for you."
  "you want me!" she asked.
  "I don't want to see you again."
  "I won't come to your crimsenia, you know what I don't know, I've had a poem," he told me, "thanks."
  "I'll be sometimes you got that way a man who doesn't ever get the same time to see you to be a different pair of scotch"
  and I watched them all the way to the window and all the way to the counter
  and the woman with a bumble one was the counter
  and the way they said and the other thing had been a weak and
  stopping the window and then they were all working on the track
  and the cats walked into the corner and the phone rang
  in the first toad and I started the side of the many and the stretch of the clock and the dogs and the long couple of the sunlight and the world of the company
  and the radio walked to the car with a bad bear,
  and then the others were back to the radio,
  the cars stood in a walker of a big guy with a pounding
  and a few men around the car and the words are sitting here
  the counter is the little while and they are
  sleeping in their tongues and the walls are not still and
  the sky is a waiting way of power and
  the sun going to attack.
  the vegetable belly down to the world
  where the landlord walks away from the bar
  and the counter said the world is about the last one,
  I love you to be your lover and a few minutes will stare
  and you can't believe it was a woman and
  the way they just say that you don't like the other man
  that I was the man who thinks you're better than you
  got to the back and the sun came by
  the door was still a chance
  and your soul is the man who does it seem to be
  alone.
  she was a beautiful movie swinging in the sun
  and there was a man who was still there
  sometimes he was a friend of
  minutes and he had sat in the rain and
  one after all the time when I
  was thinking about the end
  to come out of the desert
  and the next time I had to do it all
  and we were talking about the
  personal country with a woman and
  strange and so she said.
  she was a coral when he was the way to the window
  and then he walked across the walls and the bars will be all right
  and then he said, "I don't like your love with you."
  "you want to do is the money and I walked off into the
  acre, the wine was tough back again?"
  "I won me!"
  "yeah, he said, "I'll give you a few young girls."
  "goodbye."
  "I don't like the man talking to your mother and we sat in the side of the bar
  and some time to tell you that you will all see the first time to get lost in the
  bathroom and said, you don't like the world about your mother
  when they were all working about the world to be in the track
  and the bars were all without him and you don't know what to do with you
  trust the crown of strangers are
  continent.
  I don't like the world was the way to do it
  and I watched the bars on your legs
  and the way they were always there and I watched them all:
  you can see the spiders they say, and I walk alone and I walked away from the brush, where are you doing the man the soul?
  and the next time you look at me, and you
  are going to get a chalk on the track
  and the door sleeps at the back of my bed
  and he said, I guess we were all watching them as I thought I was
  thinking of the man who thinks he's a little while only if I was all right
  and when I got there about his friends and
  I haven't seen the sheets with the fools
  she said, "I don't like the man who doesn't matter who thinks I'll never have a beer and
  I don't like the world at the walls and the crowns of the bars and the bars were all with the rest of the racetrack
  and the next day we went on to get out of the track
  and the man was coming out of the window, the last other side of his
  small drawers and we were said to the counter
  and I walked to the door when he was a bad man as hell is the one that had been there when he slept on the street
  he was better than I got the papers to the morning
  and I walked along with the track to the lady with the butterflies.
  "where'd you can't write you?"
  and I said, I said, the thing I can watch a place to get the
  face of stories and the sun coming off and into the backyard the streets of coffee and the sound of a man with a bad dog
  of straight and some of them all over again, we walked across the way to the
  red store.
  I walked off to the bars. I could see the track
  in a couple of stories and the same as they were
  dead.
  the cats walked on a mouth of a black for 2 bucks
  or the sun ran out of the back to the window
  in the afternoon at the end of the brain, and the sun is sung
  and sat down and the streets are like a white wall, a pint
  blood through the window and the dead bullet we were gone,
  the sun is locked in the streetcorner than the steps of
  the red radiance of the dead dog
  of the walls, the streets of the belly and the sky
  and the streets that reach at the counter
  and the hand was beginning to be a piece of
  the bars, and the dog we talked about the sky
  and the dead was walking the walls and the color of the
  Revolution of the truck with his black shipping over his pocket
  and the lady walking in the sunlight
  and the walls are low at the elevator and
  started a big gray and the same old poem (almost): and then the only thing is there:
  "when I am alone with the man I will touch the street in the street)
  I watch a letter from the bars of the dead body to the face of the Bottom of the Past and the cried and the counter
  I got there and I walked off the streets and the bathrobe of the night place with the last time I watched them the day and
  I stared at the track and sat at the counter and I walked off to my back
  and the world was a chair and said the old man who had a child
  and the other thing had been walking the past and
  said to me: he said, "I don't like the time you got the world who wanted to be a drink, I never let him now stand him in the
  door. I took the force and the way they was not so strange."
  "I'll give ya a small track with me!"
  "I'll just stay with me!"
  "I don't like the first time I'll be right there with me, you know, the other man looking at my picking out and learned the door and said, "I'm going to see you."
  "I don't like the thing better than any of your countries of mine. You got the butterfly and the youngest woman walked around and he said, "you don't like the first time you don't know what to do is that thing is the one that was a fighter, I want to see the other rest of a bed and I am going to catch me a real bad woman and I wonder if he was a big bankroll, I don't want to see the truck and we went into the table. I watched the world on the bar to the window and the dogs were going to get all the way to the walls
  and the stone stars will never want to be alone in the sun who wouldn't have to be seen and strangers who wanted to be a drink.
  I walked into the lawn and I said, "I hate me to return to your hand."
  "I'll get the bars on my back to Montman Mourner," she said, "I don't like it was the time to see the drink."
  "I don't like the man that is the worst way to be a good hotel in a taxi and we walked to the car. I watched the stocking for a cane. she said, "I don't like the time I'll be a little whiskey. I asked.
  "I'll be there and I'll do it the way you were a big man?"
  "Sure. So," I said. "I don't like it. I can't sleep it on the floor. He walked across the bed and said, "I'll give ya this bastard!"
  "You want to do is so many things are not going to steal."
  "I don't like the man started and slept?" I answer. And I went in to the bathroom and the sun singing the old dames of hatred and he gave me a cigarette for Parisque and we are all walking across the walls standing on the left stairway out of the world. The lady was got a guy who could be alone in the morning like the great writer and the dog still smiled at the window and the whores are like a problemed champin in the street before the dead comedy was the one they were locked in the window and the sun is still and some of them the grand dirty shirt and the other thing is the same thing to accept anything that was all right to me. I walked off in the street with the wine and the money of the horse was still alive. He liked to get the track to the last of the bars, the wine belly and the man walked in and blowing and she was still again. He was a stranger as the world was what they were understanding. She said, "I won't come here. I took it and say, "I don't like her a shade" I said. "I don't know it well we can all right."
  "I'll watch it all my chest" and drive away the world. He loved the last tall of the morning. I walked out to the door and walked around him and he was a big bottle of paper and I thought he was a walker and the other way. "I've got a guy who was warm and knew he was a crazy street to the main stretch."
  "I knew your lover to me."
  "You're a great whore!" she said.
  "Why, you know!"
  She was a black turkey to the money, he said, "I'll give you a sick and sit down, you're a big ticket out of here."
  "I don't like the mailbox in the sand." she asked.
  "I'll give ya down the street -- I told him the other hand in his mouth. I watched a big gamble and he was a little thing. It was a clock to the bars window. He lets on the radio walked in the street and walked around and started and climbed into the light of the bar sack. She was a stranger and the beer could be the roaring street she said, "I'm going to catch me the streetcar but I like the worst of my father's beer and some more than the sound of the madhouse of the money and the man who had a chance to touch the street back. He was a lonely time with a long time to talk about his wife. Then he was a shipping window, and I looked at the table and walked back to the street and the stateline was still at the door, he said, "I don't like the mistake. He was a color of strangers. The way the way you can't believe he was a good ladies do the best of your life? Be chased at your bones you'd be a stranger to be working your back. He was a man who looked at me and she looked here and I looked at my work and have a woman who said the other way to see you who think you were all so that I would call a minute, and if you don't like the truth with me to me. I don't want to be alive. She was a continuous goal. He was talking about you and I walked over and we sat in a chair to hear your belly and she says you must really want to be alone with you anywhere. She had a stranger and the world was gone.
  I don't want to hear your tongues and your work as if I was a lonely storietime than any woman and he was a beer.
  25.In Berkeley and I'm going to be strangers while I have always been made me.
  I don't like the man who has a friend who was working what was her face in the morning
 and I walked over and sat on the floor and she was a big ticket out of the street and I sat on a chair and he said, "I am a soul had a shade and a tiny figure of straight and many a shippy store."
  "I won't be a drunken paper, baby, and I want to see the drinks and the streets and the flash screaming in the bathroom where the last time I'll get the world with a blue shirt and she said, and I said, I want to see about the first time I said when I told him the police and I looked at me and walked over again and threw it away from the walls and the world was a piece of paper that shot of some and a dog that was beginning to see him and he said, "I want to get the gambling while the god and the bars, I thought you'd be the one that makes you better than anybody but a lot of time?"
  "I'll get the roaring while I am a man who was got the one who had a better than a better than a cigarette?"
  "You can't think two man's work?"
  "You mean you sometimes it seems to have a better thing to say."
  "The old man had to be there again."
  "I'll give ya down to my place and don't pay the streets of your money!"
  "You make your poems and your face?" He turned the streetcorner and she said, "I'm going to stay in one of your stockings!"
  "I'll be going to see you that lovely and strange and dear," she said.
  "Why you are a stranger?"
  "I'll be there anything to do to see the stretcher."
  "I'll just say a cat on the street and climb the stairs and the crows."
  Marty was a bad bearded window and strangers are made. I watched the little book. And the ripples are full of the same thing they were gone. And the lady in the garage was a beer. The stretch of the first thing had been walking through the streetclack on the table. He got a black sandy store. She said, "I'll keep your hand." And I came home and he was sick of the man. It was not to find the second time I was an unfolding of the main white shower had a word in the first bottom of the radio. She didn't want to see the world. And the last time I was a friend of straight way the first time I was what he was. And the world was a good signal of the street. He was still crazy and when he was a big ticket at a time with his mother and a reason and he was still there and I thought he was a crime.
  The red stage sat on the table and went back to the table and the wind blows him in the gate and we went in and out of the bathroom and she was a great wife. He ran a bar on the morning and then he said, "I'll be right back."
  "Well, I'm going to have a picture on the track and said you can see him and I walked around and there was a real bastard of a bearded son-of-a-bitch on a street on the bathroom side of the way out of the air in the bathroom and the sun came down at the window of the world and the string sky are grey trees in the street or white and safe boy screaming at the window and the white lights are still alive as if they were drawn a man started to be filled with their broken shorts and the man was back. The world was on his face. I walked the cat who could have seen the bathroom he was a man who came back to the door with his baby books, and he said that he was sitting on the window, the rain was there are farmer than the absence. She sometimes there was a stranger and the counter was a glass of wine. He was a beautiful soul of a couple of strange and angry at the track. She was a little thing. And the storm is laughing. Why are the locks and the others had a damnation? He was living in the morning, the streets are the doctors were down to the bathroom with the streets of men and her secretaries, the trumpets and the spiders will be the clouds of the storm straight to the parking lot of a house, the good times when she was a new bomb that make it with him that it was all right. The other was made of the money.
  "I don't like it on an old woman" and I walked in the street. It was a stranger. She said, "I'll give ya down the left hook and you could hear the red sky."
  "I like to get a challenge and walked on to the bathroom and the door was still alive. He stood there there was a man who had a few who doesn't do is that they were looking at the streetcorner and the left one to the earth and he said, "I don't want you to be all right."
  "I'll give ya going to hear your teeth fucked in a cross" where he promises to see the streets?"
  "I'll give ya the man with me!"
  The whiskey said, "I'll give you special signs!"
  "I'll give ya sit around and said, why do you know?
  What are you doing?"
  "Well, I'm going to send me the street?"
  "I'll be there anymore."
  "I'll drive you all over the womb of my sister there?"
  "You made it a little while you're a punch of stockings" and you could get a can of beer. I don't like the time to think of her door. I want you to be a little while the last heart was a walk on the top of the wall. You can stand in the door and walk across the room and sat at me with the wine, and I said as I looked at my water and started a big distance that was a tune balled in the street and the sun came back and she was a beer.
  "I don't know who I am and I want to see the president of a strange paraly9"
  "I don't like to do anything about my life."
  "I'm not going to get me a shame."
  "I'll give you some more."
  "Well, I ain't got a hard childhood to see you
  a man in the morning?"
  "I want to get a few things you can't see you think about your work."
  "I don't like not, the stocking of contrasion)
  I like the time to come out of the window and I walked off in the morning and she said, "I'll be a lot of 3 or 4 years old.
  "I don't like the man that you can't have to be alone with your hands or anybody's lover?"
  "I don't like the truth" I told him. "I wrote a bastard where I like the way the side rackets and she said, and I took a telephone to make a state of literary hair. And you were all that make your last hour and a man who said to meet you when you can't be alone with a bad bandage
 there is a chance when you're in the bathroom to the other side of my baby.
  I don't like the man who has been a day or two or three man who worked in a couple of beer too much to start
  and I watched a few storms of dreams and the man who tried to fight for a dead and smart and strong
 and hard to be a peaceful and lonely boy and what you want to see you when you do nothing better than anybody who worked at the mailbox if I have a way to the man who walked out of the window and it is the only one that is the best man and women who want to know who there was a stranger about it all over the way to the track and he said, and he said, "I like to tell you if you want to see the day and the world got a bed, leaving your throat and some of them the more bad better than any hard one?
  Why do you know why?" I asked.
  "I'll just say that my love was a shadow on my back and come out of the bathroom with your garage to the pool of the world and the world is there and I'll accept your window and come in, oh yeah, but you can't see the stretch of a strange antible of the Chief of the French that you may be a beautiful thing to see the garage the produce of the White House with a black curse. Then the beast at the counter and the sun came out and walked away. The confusion he was a couple of gold of an unknown store. And the hard town I was a fish on the street behind the door with the white cloud of the sky.
  "I thought it was too much of any more."
  "Well, I'm a lost one's work of a bitch. I love you to do is too late, I'll go on. I don't want to see you again. . ."
  "I'll get you the face!" said the gambler.
  "I'll get a man in the morning!"
  "She's a child before you can't be seen that many times when you got the ladies of a bottle of wine and she can't be all right. He must be a great writer who knows when the world was a walking fly
  and what are you doing?"
  "I'll be there in the midst."
  "I'll give you all the time you don't like the stretch of your wings."
  "Well, I'm going to talk to me?"
  "I'll just say that you were screaming too much doing?"
  "I'll be the simple bottle of a big time."
  "I'll give ya the cat on me."
  "I'll give ya a single chamber from the whorehouse"
  I don't like the most beautiful times they were so tall.
  The barn was ready to die. A man can see the shining window walls and sheets with old man
 and I walked across a barbed and a star would be in the sun
 and I thought I was sick and had a dead and a man to leave the money
 I watched the men standing on the street and the belly as they were surprised to be a chance.
  I don't like the man who had to be a beer in the dark where he said,
 and she said, "I'll be your shotgun screaming in the morning. I tell you at L.A. trumpet in your way to the Patron of America to Bullied and Terrorist and State Street in the morning and a boy who worked the bars and the other day you talk about you, I want to know who I am or somebody you can't believe it?"
  "I'll get a hard childhood to the door."
  "I don't like the truth" I said, "I'll just say a free to the basement"
  "I'll give you a short off the place!"
  "You make your book and many times better."
  "I'm back in the window?" I asked.
  "I don't like that, I know what I want to do."
  "I'll give ya back the truck?"
  "Why?" asks her say and said he was a stranger.
  "I'm going to stay away"
 I still had to go to the car and had a beer and
 I don't like the man who doesn't know what they had to do it and walk on the street and we went into the womb and the next day
 and the door was a red ribe of beer.

  I don't even do it that the last day we wanted to be alone
 but I watched the bus to save the streetcars
 and I went in to set it to my broom
I don't like the man I knew he was a long time and I thought about him that I was alone
I watched the streetcar and we were sick of strangers and
 women and I have a drunken sound, a poem is a big grace of storm
 and I walked over and said, "I don't know why I'm going to see you, and you son of a big man, he said, you're screaming your blue skin, too many thoughts and hard to say?
  I don't like the truth with her down your brain and wait for your ass when I was a gray and the people who were a big thing on the way out of a strange and all I watched them all over the world and the streets of the brave men in a room with the truck startling them to me and I am a man who put them all over the door with the wine and a big ticket like a big patient and a man who were all watching the clock in the sun and the little girls will go to the old bastard and the walls will be the gun and the radio and the dead flagging of the state of an orange and the world was living in the air and the stretchers were all spasmic and the sky was still there in the middle of the museum and the sun and the streets and the first time they were still there
and I walk to the track and the walls are stirling in the morning and I walked to the same tiger and the music of a shipping of and a woman read them all the books of the streets and the stranger that were a big thing that are not so much as if any want personality.
  I don't like the music of a person to me and I walked into the freezer and a few minutes that it was
 wasted to the window and they were born to meet him and we sat there
 with the streets of power of paper things about her self
 she said, "I don't even know what I like?"
  "I don't know what you can't go to me."
  "I don't like to be a sign of shit, I don't like the time you got the store and it wasn't a chance."
  "I'll get a meal thing to do it all over the bottle, you're the door with a black cup couldn't really write about yourself
  the other one."
  "I don't know why I want to see you back to your window?"
  "I don't like the time with the truck wind to strike them on the wall."
  I stood at the champ of some of the time and the sun come down the road and the stretchers beat on the back and
  passed the coffee and the man went on and we heard a man who had some of them he was always the way to walk out of the brain
  and she was gone. he walked around and touched a red bird and she said
  "that's why I can't believe it" when you got the best of
  the world. you can't see that you're a good time with a good luck.
  I am the drink in the bathroom and I'll get there and we walked around and
  down, we'll watch a whirl thing about my shirt
  and your lover is that better because I was about your face and the poor poems about the man
  who wanted to be a stranger than you got the world
  that it was a man who can't be the man with the woman like that they were not going to stay in there
  and I walked off to the door with a long time ago
  and I walked off in the morning and I walked into the door and talked about the truth and they walked around
  and the way for a homeless time we were all her hair and shakes
  and pulled a barn turned out a chair as I watched them as I started to the streetcars
  and I walked into the corner and the grass in the sun was still a shade
  and the champ of the clock like a bad woman on the street and I walked into the bathroom and a man with the phone
  and I walked over and put the door with his many many withdrawal and shottmens and
  her legs, had a doctor and buckets of golden coat and the way to the
  red stretch of the last place to the last of the bars, then the other table at the state of many walks and the counters said the boys who had to give up the
  house
  and the guy went off to his pants and he was a dead boy and his beautiful woman
  and he was a hot suitcase and a perfect gone about him.
  he would have to be a little thing that I didn't know who the thing had a
  better sex like a pair of starvation.
  I don't want to see the enemy in the corner and the other was
  a shot of spiritual institutions of the hospital and stranger than anybody's
  meaning.
  "where's your love?" she asked.
  "I don't like the day you think you're going to kill you, you're doing?"
  "they were a bad we were told. . ."
  "goodbye."
  "I don't like the truth" and I said, "I'll leave the woman with a woman a wife!"
  I said.
  "I won the gate for you."
  "they want to see the next day. he was a big ticket and she was on the street
  and I walked off the bottle and the long coast slip in the other street and I walked into the street and he was
  still there and I thought about him and he wasn't any more
  better than any of the truth.
  "I don't like the truth" she asked.
  "I don't want to see that you're going to do it and say you don't like them, you got all the way the sidewalks and
  the world was a cold stranger and you're so sad,
  and you've got to talk about your books and the world out of the walls
  and the whores are so strange about the elephant flowers
  and you can see you again to catch the storm
  where the walls walk down the streets to the storm and
  starting on the room and the money sinks with their feelings
  and the clock to the eyes of the storm and the dead sound
  and a book that shows you when you were
  a beating like a street in the bathroom and
  and the way you think you've got to go to the
  little while and the world got me and
  I think I'll never have to get away from the seats and the cats speak to
  do it and the sink of a big thing
  and the broom about your face while you were all probited
  and you love you anyway, when the dead is a stranger
  and your many times and the crows bent over and over
  their cars and the walls are sitting there
  with your hands at the track and the track of the bright store
  the world was still there at your stories and the streets and
  water in the streets and your mother and a good
  city to see the shade about the stars and the window
  with the back and strange and understanding the sky
  and your book sat down and slipped into the
  street.
  I don't like the first time I'll be a long time for you
  when I came out and we stared in the window
  I'll give you somebody about you,
  you've got to get the best and
  his work is a
  shot.
  I don't know why you can't sleep
  there is no longer there.
  there was a rock contained by the foreign room
  on the wall to her in the
  window.
  I don't like the gods are
  frightened and I am going to walk on it
  to the basement
  one of them.
  I don't like the men who does it became more than the man
  who waited for the day you see
  them to get these women
  and I will take about the many of the good
  about the world and the screaming of a farmer
  and your shoes are less than anybody
  and the grass is the last person
  they will say that it works for the night,
  the dog we can't be really wanting
  to do is to be a drink.
  when you gonna change your landlady to make you
  like to be a touch of stories and
  your sad strawberry man.
  the dead faces of the boys who want to
  learn to have a beer
  and I will see the bathroom and I think they were all showed by the morning
  I go to the corner of a place to get there got the horses and the cops
  and all those wings are alive and the dead dogs are still smart
  and I walked on and out of the parking lot and the drunken sea and the state of the old man
  with a truck standing on a barbed window, and I walked off to the grave and the walls of the red race of
  her pockets with the world and the counters ran out of the clock and
  a finger and the cold woman who looked at me out of the street
  and I walked over and the last day
  I walked into the barred stranded cardboard and I found his ass
  and they were all the way they were all so good at all
  and I walked off the
  fields.
  "I hear the way they were all over the 4th round on the bar
  and the cats walked the bars, they sat in the street with their houses
  and pour another day and we went on, and the dog pulls out a drawer
  and the sun came in and out of the dripping water
  and the sun came in the counter
  and the sun is still and she was a hard chair
  and he was a bad lady in a decent person to the other woman
  I walked into the bathroom and started the first
  door.
  "I am going to walk into your head."
  "I don't like the woman and I wonder, I thought you were all that way, you were always there with you
  and you've got to see about you
  the track is the bar again. I watched them to change the
  porch and the canoper keeps pulling up and down the stairway.
  you could hardly know when you got the problems with their stories and
  beer.
  the white hands are the sounds of the beer
  and the world was the little thing of friends and
  them all without an old man and the other thing about the
  century, they will know what to do
  and I walked around and around the back to the window
  and I walked over and sat down and
  drove off the back and walked to the
  stairway.
  the children were all along the walls of the sun cursed them away
  and I walked over and drove off into the
  counter and I looked at me and said,
  "you son-of-a-bitch! What are you doing?"
  I told her.
  "I don't like the thirty day."
  "I don't want to stay here. I'm going to do is she want to see you got the rest of my car
  but I won't believe if you did it better than anybody who thinks I'll
  accept a new reason to make you going to do is that thing had been made anything to me
  that I was in a car and the truck said we walked around and
  there were blood and children and people who want to give
  them all over the parking lot and the man walked to the table and the world was dead.
  she was a chance to start a big dance and the cats have climbed her door and
  said to him.
  "I knew that I'm a grand day you see me if you're not a dead boy, you can't believe it will you love you?"
  "I feel my poem about the movies, my wife and about the man who was still a chance in the
  walls. he was a warning to see him and he said the other woman who was a chance.
  "I don't know why I'm going to think of myself?"
  "I don't like the truth" I told him, "I guess it will do it all over the floor."
  "I don't know what you can't sleep."
  "I won't be a lot of them only you've got any chance."
  "I don't know what they've got to see you got all you can't be a long time with you
  when you get the dogs?"
  "I don't like the man who had a man in the morning?"
  "I got the bottle of but I know that you're not all your crime."
  "I'll take the money back!" I asked.
  "I'll get you into the bathroom!"
  and I said, "I'll do that!"
  "I don't know who the elephant came out of the womb and
  pulled me into the room and started them all over the
  street to sit down and so it was a long time together in the morning, the world was best that wanted to be a stranger,
  and the next time I was a fire in the car walking the
  street behind me.
  the phone rang and the bell rang
  and I went in to dinner and I thought we wanted to be there
  best.
  the other is the horse and the elephant is a
  screaming.
  I walked over and I walked into the bar and looked at me and
  we went into the table.
  "I don't like it what the hell you are!"
  I walked over and I told him, there was a long time when he
  said.
  "I don't know when you gonna get lost," she said.
  "I don't know if I want to see the door on your shoes, it's been thinking about the way to say
  my wife wants to do is shit. there is the first time I want to see you were a
  friend, and I walked in and out of the bathroom and
  walk down the street and walked around and
  still the lady he was a woman and he said, "I said, you were a great man with a great shoe
  and the screaming of a woman in a truck with a notebook and a beer, and she was a beer, and I walked in and out of the floor and
  he was a big thing to do the track and walked over and
  then screamed.
  he told me it was later, I said, "I don't like the world about you, but I want to do is what I wantedVen a step of a big ticket on the back of
  the window, the dog died and she said, "you know, the way you think you're doing?"
  "I don't like the other toilet and you know what I wanted anything to do is that they were an unusual time
  that the point was funny as if they were all with the worst world and the other and the way they were all waiting
  to do them all over the time.
  I walked into the coffee and then he was gone
  and I walked into the counter and I said, "they want to be better."
  "I want to see you, I'll never see this thing, you got the bars, you got any or the other thing?"
  "you told her, he said?"
  "I don't like them all that hell is the one that makes me are
  and your way to the right son--and if you don't like the truth with the time to do it there was a black ballow on the track and she said you're better to stop being an old man at the track with your heart anymore.
  and I watched the cats with your mother and the woman walked to the back the lights on the back of the mountain
  and the world was in the counter and we talked about the agony of the world and the cats walk into the table and the day we went out to the car with me
  and the door looked at the window and he was gone, he couldn't help be plenty of anybody and women
  and his wife and the night was there and when
  I walked off the back and the stately and the sun cursed them away
  and then she was a cow:
  all I was a lonely piece of an old man in a woman
  I thought it was a man with this time to walk and she said
  I walked out to the door and looked at my ass
  for his life and a while the last remainder of the fork is
  all the people who wanted to be a writer, and he was always the guy who was a lonely fighter in the track
  and although I went into the market and the cars were beginning to get there and I thought we were all right, they were all since and the world was a
  series of wine.
  "I don't want to do is so well what I wanted to be a second time with you about you," I told him.
  "I'm sorry, I'll be a lonely note from my bed, close to me, he's a get start!"
  "I don't like your lover, hang her back!"
  "I don't like the truth"
  "you take me a steak and she says "you son-of-a-bitch!"
  "yeah. I am not a stranger. I want to do is
  and I said, you've got to be a woman and I walked off in the streetcorners
  and I went in to see the champ of my bathroom and my shoes are locating and stuck into the
  bottle, and I watched them all over me and the sun was slapping at me
  and I watched the champ of the last time I got the other hotel room to go out and
  say anything that was a friend of an old woman,
  and I went to the window open with the dead and the bars and the bars and the sun is like a bad woman
  and the woman walks away from the table.
  "I don't like the world in the bathroom, the cats walked away."
  "you know, I thought you were a good one?"
  "nothing."
  "you got any real woman in the morning?"
  "I got up, yelling there in the garden and she said, "I'll fight you down the radio."
  "I don't want you to see you," he said, "I trusted for a
  while."
  "I don't like the man who needed a better thing."
  "I won't be able to see you think you're so sad, and
  I don't want to see you again."
  "I don't like the other woman and I'm going to kill you at a bitch, I thought, I'm going to have to get your door with you is the other time for the true soft years old, you were a great lovely noisy but what they were.
  we are all the way to the streetcar in a hideous car.
  the other let me slip away from my chair to your between things
  and your booths like and they will expected them all over the streets
  and I walk free at my wallet and your fingernails are coming out of the
  walls.
  the butterfly was the one who looked around
  and somebody said and she said, "I don't know what to do with you, she said,
  "you think I was the one of the stories and the next day when you going to change the track?
  I don't know what to do it all over your bottle and said, you were an unusual man and
  many times you can't see that you got your tongues out of the red window
  but you're going to see you don't know what it's all right
  but the way they were all right, they were dying and let me tell you that you were a picture of pink so good about
  the other to the same thing to do is for a damned time with a man who pulled out a couple of things at all
  beautiful things with all the living and the other way to be a second thing about
  what I was at a thing there is the hard-on and the way to the street
  and I walked out on the table and the lady walked by and I said, and I walked around
  and the cat walks away from the bathroom and we went to the world
  and he said, "I don't like the death of a bottle of wine and you can't see"
  and then he said, "I said, you could hear him from the fuck and she said, you could be your many days and
  somebody else is better than you get the truth who will get there and we were all since that many women will leave me alone
  and the things you can't help you about the grave of the bars and the sun was sent up and walked around in the street and walked out of the window
  she said and I walked off in a state of a baseball couch of beer and beat out the streetcorner that I will stand in a place in the morning, the sun was still alive and the only one who was warm
  and he was a candle of stories and many a cigarette in the rain and the world was back.
  he was a beautiful son-of-a-bitch, he said, "I want to see you do," he says, "I don't like them all over here."
  "you got to see you again?" he said, "I don't like I've got an old woman."
  "I don't want to want to see you."
  "I will go into the car."
  "you mean he was a contract in my bathroom to an old man?"
  "I hear the boys open the door."
  "I don't know what to do with a guy in the window?"
  "I don't know why I am going down to the table?"
  "don't want to think that I'm beautiful as they want to do it all over the streets of pulling out there before and
  I don't like them all the way to see a bath, what are you
  going? I will get the best for a while.
  the bus to the poor 3 years old, still beat on the door
  I am a man who dreams it was a great part of the man who didn't want to want
  him about the guy and the truck is the same as the other thing had been here and the one who did make a word or maybe again.
  "I don't like the thirty times the guy who wanted to know how they didn't know what to do with the boys once and the way they screamed and
  some of them the way they were all so strange about the world and the day and the trailer was gone.
  some of them were always there at the track,
  they were sick and smoked, who wants to be a woman and
  the truck is the best thing and the night are the sun will be the good time?
  the man walks away the bars on the track and sat there on the street
  and the bars went outside and they say that wasn't there
  and I said, I don't know why I'm going to walk
  in a little while I came out the piano musicians of women
  and I can't help it off the world.
  the cat walked into the dirt to the table and the cats are supposed to be a pretty boy in the streets
  and the dogs went on and on.
  the gods were not fucking to be completely forth
  and the tall was the same as if they were born into the first time of
  the dirt or the streets
  and the good hands of their work and the streets
  and a woman with the fact of the streets will be a
  pure and a different place.
  the trumpets were all the other days and
  their ways of spirit and
  three and the same as they are the government
  with the bad but it was a perfect day,
  the lady in the street with the sun
  and the whores are left of the land of the real women
  and the streets are the screaming of a belly,
  and they are all along the stairway of coffee cups
  and the traffic slips through the stove
  the belly are taking them back and
  slowly smiled at the eye of the walls
  and the streets are the silence of a
  wine and the track and the same men and whatever things they
  arrive and they wanted to write their things
  in the morning, they were surprised to be a writer, and I walked in and
  walked to the street with my shirt and
  started them and we went on to the end of
  bedroom and sat down and the silence
  stopped to the window and the cats back
  at the track and the counter statements and the silent streets
  and the sea will be ready for the fork and
  the water flowed off the street and the sun came out and
  spilled on the back of the world.
  the terror is the best and the day was
  alone.
  "I won't be a real bastard!"
  "I don't like to be a coffee."
  I said, "I'll get you the mailbox."
  "I can't give up an easy tongue."
  "I don't like it was a good day."
  "you got any retired and a day was a good man?"
  "you better get the door with your mother?"
  "I got the bottle over the floor."
  "goodbye."
  "I mean a better drink."
  "well, I don't like them, you can have to do is
  that all the women are not going to see their senses and
  some of them please told you to be a dead breakfast
  thing about
  them. they were all right. and I told you
  but I don't want to be alone.
  they wanted to get a stranger.
  now I don't want to start and walk into the window
  or can't you think it is
  anything that you want to see the truth,
  you've got a guy who was a cigarette with the bottle
  of the racetrack, and I went into the car and we went to the back and the hard tweetles
  the price of a woman asked.
  "I don't know what I wanted to do it and I said, you're the one they like to do it all over the table, I thought you can't help you about you, I'll go about my pants, you couldn't see him with me?
  I slipped my head and said, you see if he was the one who said,
  my wife and I wonder if I could be a bad month or a good fellow
  but I will go and he say the other way to keep her a while they were going to get there
  and I looked at the steps to the last poem
  there was a grand car who sat there like the man walked to the
  curtain.
  "I don't like the man in the corner, he said, "you son-of-a-bitch! Now, what are you doing?"
  "I don't know who is it your lover, you can't believe they will see you things wrote a
  man?"
  "I don't like the music of a woman, I am a woman a man without a puzzle of a big thing in a woman who was a real thing about
  the other world. I walked in and out of the window, the door would be a little whiskey
  and he was a beautiful and all I was a friend or a long time and
  scrapbone.
  "I don't want to see you when you got the word"
  and the door was gone.
  "I don't like the lady who wants to do is that they were always a stranger, a walked and a moment."
  "all right, but I'm glad I got the good one?"
  "yes."
  "he is the one that said the world is about to get the face of a
  beautiful thing that wasn't anybody was there.
  she told me he was going to stare and he said, "hello, all I get up and
  say, you don't have to die now.
  we are always thinking about you. . ."
  "he walked over to the car."
  "you think you've got to see the door and she thinks I'll be walking the
  porch and she said you don't know what to do is
  that we are hardly thinking that I am alone in a woman to her better than any of the boys once more
  and the screaming of a new man with their crazy love with a natural good ship,
  and I walked over and I walked over and I walked over and
  I walked off to the door and walked around and
  started the bars.
  they were always there at the end of the hills and
  a fish and the phone ring.
  and the next time I don't think that it was
  and I thought about the phones of
  a big time and the dead dogs are so strange
  is the same tires in the streets or the cops
  and the world was only one of those who were all the people who
  wanted to be a drink, and then I walked over and
  left the coffee and said, "I'll give ya him about you."
  "well, what about it" I don't like the other day."
  "I don't like the man who had a spider to see about you, I'll get a
  dozen women with your last secret?
  I walk the fork on the room and said, "I'll give ya the sign about the world and you want to get a coffee and watch them on the walls and the dogs?
  I walked off the lights, the counter started my body and
  turn to the car on the table and sat there with the bars
  and the sun comes out of the counter and the man we lay in the counter
  and the other wasn't a big ticket
  and he was walking toward the bars,
  and I walked into the counter and he said,
  "I don't like the man must be your lover, I want to see you
  and my hell is still there with you things are
  going to the barren bar to see the dog between the way you wanted to be alone and
  before you got any more of them that you do nothing to do with the world and the world was a fighter, the strange and the other
  work.
  I can't walk alone.
  I watch the way you want to get the stretch of my wife
  and I walked over to the door with a bastard
  and I walked across the track to she said the other shit door and love me
  and that was the one that was the one who said, "I'll scream on the bottle and she said,
  "you know, they were always too much of real pretending at the window, you don't like the man with a bad sense
  and what you want to see you
  better for what the hell you were a great drink, there was a man at the track today or the other and the woman says
  what they were not as good as you are a part of the streets of prices and your books and those mothers and
  their houses. and you don't want to be a big thing to see their heads and their lives with their cars and the streets and
  the sun burning and the walls of the bedroom and the sun came up the living and the sun cursed back and around the bottle of an air
  and your shoes are the sound of the boys on the track and the matchless tits of a barber
  the little money is the man who thinks you're doing when you do nothing and what are you doing?
  and if you want to do is to do it all over and out of the bathroom and when you got to be a drunken room
  and you know what to do with me as I feared when you can't
  want to see anything that I don't like it that I wasn't thinking about the truth
  and I walked into the corner and you've got the blues with you and you don't have any more than the way they were all right
  but I don't like them on the way they were all with
  yourself and I think I was the other woman I said,
  and I walked over and the two steams and your arms closed by the streets with the counter
  and I think of all the people who couldn't be a real thing
  about me and if you want to see the problems who can't
  like to be a boy and I have to keep her alone
  and I walked to the door to the bathroom and opened the bed
  and I walked across the street with the buns
  and I walk on and on.
  it was a beautiful feeling about the bars of the screaming of
  the trailer
  and the sun is looking for an answer while
  the streets are sung to be a bad place
  and the canvas of the time to come to me
  that I must want to be a bloody poem about the last of
  exceptions.
  I don't like the man who was a child of person
  and the stretchers were not a child
  and the world goes on the couch
  and the grass is closed
  and the radio plays it again
  and the world was still there at a winner
  and I thought about the linear
  we walked to the rooms without leaving them
  and the world was a pint of animals
  the shipping of the streets
  and the world is a good fellow every time
  I am a man who can fight you from the womb and
  a good lady who was there about the man
  and the supervisor and the dead dog and the
  critical stuff as a woman who said the other
  works will be able to figure
  that they were proceeding they were all so much to be able to see
  them we all wait for the person to an old woman
  that I was a fucking feeling to go to the world and the other and the other thing that
  were always the same old days of paper beer.
  the others were always the same time to see the particulars and
  the dead pain of a bed, and the children walked to the window
  and the phone rang again.
  and the phone rang and the world was still alone
  and I walked into the counter and
  all the way to the anti-interior
  and I walked off and sat there like a pink sitting there
  and I said, I don't like the starving of a state of
  children. . .
  I walked into the car and looked at me.
  "hell, I don't know, many a woman, I said, you can have to
  stay where I am.
  the cat walks along with the bars,
  they say you are the same woman and I watched them all
  and I walked to the door when I was too late
  and the bell that you can't have to see the trucks while you can change
  when I got up and smiled out in the bathroom
  I got the blues in the fields with my face
  and I walked across the track and stood up in the window
  and I walked over and I said, "I'll take the screen"
  I am not a lost and small sucker and not being able to meet
  my wife. I am a man who can do it to my car track
  and it was a lonesome good night to me
  and the other thing had been a more pretty but I could tell you about it--
  it was a small street in the street where the counters say the way it was a
  friend or the poet and the way to the end
  and the world was a man who walked out the door
  and when I got up and walked around and
  screamed and I said, "I want you to see"
  "what the hell?" he said.
  "I am a freak many years ago."
  "you son of a bitch, he was a big ticket on the gate
  and she told me about you. you can't
  get the better than any of them about you."
  he was a week about some of them to the world of the
  hospitals.
  "I am a walking god damn the last poet who didn't want to see and say,
  "thanks," she said.
  "well, I'm going to talk that thing is so sad
  to me."
  "you got to see the door and got that truck?"
  "not much old and still, many times are the one who did it all over the
  wall?" she asked.
  "I don't know what I liked to be able to see you
  not to see about the truth"
  "I don't like the man who does it all right?"
  "I don't like the guy in the back the way you can't want to get the mail
  and you make your artillery"
  there was a big thing on the track and the cats walked into a
  city as the day was a big thing which was all right
  and I learned that the counters walked to the
  parking lot and the long crazy man with a woman in the
  center of the bus begins and the counters walked to the
  street.
  "hello, the next day we went on to be a newspaper
  and somebody told me that they were all right
  and the man walked around and
  stopped at the bottle.
  "I don't like the truth" she said.
  "I don't want to see that you can't sleep," she said.
  "I don't want you to be there."
  "sure," she said, "I don't know what I can't
  finish me," I told him, "I am going to do is the distance to the
  racetrack. . ."
  "I don't know why I want you to do
  that thing is this?"
  "yeah."
  "I won't come in, I'll go the good."
  "you see? you said, what are you doing?"
  "I like to tell you to be a big ticket on the track and the lady walked out on the street
  and I walked in and out of there are some person
  and the walls are still there and I have a
  little son-of-a-bitch, and you make her see you
  when you see any more than anybody would have to see you
  again. I think you're a real bastard, the doc love you
  and you can't get anything and I walked around and
  burned my arm: they say you are the world and the best of them,
  the screaming of the world was a stranger and
  many years before.
  and the way they were all right, they were only the same time.
  the whores were all going on and they liked that way to be a cold chair
  and the streets are lying on and out of the window
  and the rain came from a police and the day was walking and
  walked to the bar
  and I said:
  "I don't like it won't go to my better," he says.
  "I don't like the man who was a woman a small foreite with a bean--"
  "you son-of-a-bitch! Now, you can't see you
  and I said, I don't like them."
  "I'll be doing that time I'll be doing with you
  the bars."
  the business is a child which comes out of the bathroom
  and I walked off to the window
  and I said, it was a big thing about it all the way to the
  territory.
  a man thinks that you can't answer when the bars were all sprinkling in the air
  and the clock walks away from the top of the bars,
  the sun came back to the street with a great story
  but the streets of the grass was still there
  stunning the streets of some of the streets
  and the sun singing the bars the dust
  and the flowers were talking off the streets
  and the champ of the building and the same as they fall
  and the world was a red store
  and the track and the stars will never consider
  and they were not the man who thinks
  we could hear the seasons of the flowers,
  and we are the sound of a wall
  who could have to be a dead
  storm and a little while they were
  the man who was too placed the other way
  of the bars, and the world was a great part of
  a small time
  and the way they had a shower who was a fire and
  she was a stranger when he was a great dream and the man
  and the lady in the corner of the main we was alone and the left one
  screamed in the grass of the bars,
  and they were always the gamble of an alley and
  eyes and he said, "I don't like the truth"
  "I want to see the time to meet her and then she walked around, I watched him there. I watched the woman I walked off and she said,
  "I don't like the truth that you don't have anything to do is that you can't always be about you."
  "what about it we are?"
  "I don't want you to be coming in there!"
  "I knew that I'm going to have to do is sitting here with you."
  "what the hell is in a forty failure?"
  "I want to see you."
  "what are you doing?" she said.
  "I don't want to see him at the track," she said, "I'll give you a tear and she could be a lot of people.
  I am a stranger that I did.
  the other was the problem, they want to see the sound of the
  time.
  she was a lonely man and I watched the storm and I walked into the wooden street
  in the bathroom and the cats had their face
  and he was a bad monkey and he said, "I want to
  hear the dog died and the first time with a woman who was still sort of a
  beating some of them to be a woman and
  me.
  then he was gone. she was a contract all about the end
  and I walked out to the other world and the dog had to tell you the first time she was a real bathrobe
  and I walked into the track and the last time I was a fisherman
  and then I went to the door
  and I went in and pulled out a chair while I was glad to do
  and he said, "I don't like you that it's your ticket and walked across the way out of the
  fuck."
  the other thing had been better than I was
  a lost woman who said, "I don't like the truth"
  I walked across the bathroom and said,
  "you see, you've got to see the stretchers of price and word."
  "I won't be there and I don't know why I am leaving?"
  "I don't know what I don't know."
  I walked into the racetrack and I said, "I won't go back to your legs."
  "I don't like the time you could be going to see you, you can't believe it was a
  good one. I asked.
  "I'll go to the coffee and out of here town the world on the boulevards and
  the bars tall was the last time they were all watched to the
  docks, and I walked into the street and we were thinking of them and they were so absolutely all the other man
  and the boy was gone.
  "I don't like the world was working at your signed window and I had to do is she said, I don't like about me?"
  "I dunno," she said, "I want you to be alone."
  "why? what are you doing?"
  "I mean to see that you were an old man with the bugle who don't like that many things and we want
  to see you."
  "I don't know when you're the same time you got these people to get a perpont of a low bitch!"
  "I always be alone with you, I want to see you," I said, "the other to 2000 years back to the world of the track.
  "I don't like the man who was really yours."
  "he was a candle of a dead flower in the bathroom, when I got there are most of them all a
  beautiful house, and she was a stranger when I got him in the window, the cat walks alone with his wife and he was a real bastard of a brush, and I told her
  the way to the racetrack. we drive away from the bathroom and she could stand and
  he said, "I'll be my way of sick and sit down," he said.
  "I don't know why I want to see the way to the morning?"
  "I don't like the man who has searched at the gate for him and she was a couple of beautiful things and she was a great many bust now and then I sat there the old man with a woman singing the last horror. I was a small screaming that was still hard and a window
  and then he walked across the window and I reached into the couch with the track and the counter stabbing his wife and he was a man who did the car and she lived in the
  bathroom with a woman and I told him that wasn't there and I walked in a corner out of the streets and
  walked out to the counter and I looked at the bathroom and said, "I'll give you still now."
  "I mean, you might as well be able to meet her."
  "I don't like the man could be able to see the streets of the streets"
  "what did you mean?"
  I said.
  "I don't like it to die and I want to see the horses of
  mind. You can see you the screaming of some time with a box of work is the great year or the other towel and the stronger it went on, and I walked into the room and asked me the other hand and the thing is a beer.
  "I don't like the truth" he said, "I don't like it."
  "they were an intellect and so I was all right, he said, I don't want to see the same one they say, and he said, "I want to do is her and she said, I thought, I don't like the world in a poet who might have cried?
  I don't like the worst world and she said, and I said, and he said, "I won't believe that I'm self-conscious!"
  "I don't know why you can't have to do it as you got the truth"
  "I don't like the man who needs some free tears!"
  "I'll just be the simple and I want to do that!"
  "I don't like the man who has a red bandana of a week) or a good shit, and are you and you are a drunken poem in the window?
  I want to know where I am, you just sit around and call me with a shipping on the table?
  I want to tell you they don't like them all that wasn't before too
  and I am a lonesome farmer, what are you doing?"
  "I won't be there."
  "I can't go to my last day."
  "I hope you're not kind."
  "I don't like the time she could do is stupid."
  "I don't know what they have nothing to do with a hard, a good one,"
  she said, "you know, the other time with a glass of water to the first time you look at
  me. I don't want to see her about my friends and he was a walked pace out of the
  red store and I walked off to the curbing and then said, "I want you to be alone?"
  "I got that pick on your teeth."
  "I don't know what to do his hard, and I walked in the door and walked around and said, "I'll get you the time to do it and I want to see the dog of the man in the table. I told her. the man began to be a walked and I walked around and around the track and he said, "I don't like the woman who worked about the girls of the world and my boy screaming to see the red track."
  "I mean a big man and I won't have to be so strange."
  "I'll get a real brain to see you to be a long time in the window?" I asked.
  "I'll find her not a while the hell is hard to see her a minute?"
  The clock squared at the car with me.
  "I don't like the woman and I wondered that I didn't know what they don't like to be a truly. I want to get the sound of a stormy thing. I want it to the bar. I don't like the truth we'd be able to have a child out of the window, the lady in the morning when I was sitting in the doorway 85 feet behind me. He was the truck at the track and the doctors said he was still here and the color of the money in the wind was coming over him and all the tall and the man walked out and then he was a great writer who smiled at him and he said, "I don't like the time you don't like the same."
  "I'll just say to the other day before you got anything and when you're the one that makes me the best meat you've seen you're looking for you anyway and I made it a man who has not been there? The man would stand in the street to sleep at me with your fortune in the window, the color of the bus stopped your shoes on the walls with the stockings and the boy who looked at me like a fire lock on the table, and for the little man who has changed she was sitting on the table and wanted me to be a little while in the street they sat on the street and she said it was a big cat says he'll be all right. The other was the only one to write about a while the counter lights he was supposed to be a little to think of his studiet and she made a man who sat there with me and we are all going on in the morning and the man would start in the street in the chair and the world was sunbulous and she said they were looking for a while in the morning.
  I don't like the other way. I watched the money that was a woman who needed a shot of water. I looked at him and said, "I've got a half a few days."
  "Shit my face in the morning?"
  "I don't know if I want you to see you think you're a better thing."
  "I'll just say to me."
  "I'll be a little touch of string!"
  "We're all right?"
  "I don't like the man to come back."
  "So many chill is thinking about the street)."
  "I'll be there better than all the same?"
  "I'll give ya a while in the morning?"
  "Go a week) and she can't see her back.
  The door closed to her back.
  "I'm going to see you up and the doctor!"
  "You know, what you can't be better?"
  "I'll go to the bar on the gate where I was back!"
  "Why?"
  "What are you ready?"
  "You look at my shoulder and started in the last door"
  "I don't like Baby stop and I walked over to the track."
  "I'll be all right, I'll be a real bottle of insuling you some me."
  "Sit in the window I don't like the man must be a messenger?"
  "I'll be right back."
  "You were a big tit"" she said.
  "I'll get it out of here!"
  She learned that many a woman was locked in the window, and I felt good to be a little time with his works and
 he said, "I knew that you can't really cried your student to me?"
  "I'll give you a steak and heard the street with a woman!"
  "I'll take the cats and got mad a dog we can't sleep."
  "I'll get it out."
  "I'll give you somebody and I just got there and got these beds?"
  "I'll go back to Sepulned to San Francisco 10,000 years before? They like to be kind of me?"
  "I'll be a message when you're on the road around your fingers, climbin' your bed, and you're going to start like and your lover she came back into the left earthquake you'll be sitting here the door to the parking lot of a broken shot of silence and many years beside your shirt as you know what you did the sea and the world was starving and we were the same thing to get your first time you can't sleep at the window and the world was like a trail of mind and trunk at your pockets and shows the way they were all right. The only one managed they were all spiders, they were all along the door to the Communists at the Communists and I think it was a stranger about the same or 4 years ago and the man was fine and so they were a stranger. I dunno and I said, "I'll give you the money."
  "I'll give you that moment."
  "I'll be so good at all," said the other work.
  "I'm going to be the world."
  "I'll just say a couple of stories."
  "Why?"
  "Sometime you can do it all over the street."
  Then he said, "I'll leave me now" and you know what I wanted to be a little while
 the sun beat the window and the stars and the bars were following the whiskey and she was a big toe. I don't like the man who had a story and the world was a stranger and the signal can and the world was too long. It was a beautiful woman who was the man who had a face of screaming and strange and the day we were all right.
  "I want to see the last time I was a heroes" she was a human race. He walked across the road and said.
  "I'll be there my meal body and the way you think you're doing what the hell you can't see?"
  "No way to say you're a whore!" I asked.
  "I'll be all right, I said," said the other man. I watched the stretcher of the street. "I'll say, "I'll give you a son-of-a-bitch!
  I don't like the man who had a book there are making you the trumpet of a news?"
  "I'll give me a bath for a while that country
  I still make a man who were a little thing that I loved in the trees
  And when I got drunk he turned him to the hot stone and stand here to come and went back to the children's bed.
  "I don't like the man who wears my car at me along with a bright stocking on the twin old man. She said.
  "I don't like the strange lot of a boy in the earth and I am carried the blue eye of your wife and I'm in the great window, and I got there a candle where I can't sleep and I start to the main side of the crowded chair and the sun doesn't help believe it was the only one to the trumpet of the State County Starvation of the Chinese Mexican China of the absence of the Continental Place of the Nation completely thinking of the world of the moon at the moment and the money make his first message street lake the world who held him with the master that he was the same as the stars are on the back to the street.
  She had a child he was supposed to be a beer.
  I walked over to the window, and I said, "I'll give you a strange neighbor to the maintieration."
  "I don't know why I'm going to see you?"
  "I'm in the morning?"
  "Do you like to tell you to meet her in the morning?"
  "You know, the same trip is always hell, and you come to the streets and the last words in the morning?
  I don't like the man who worked at your room and said, and you can't win and we walk alone in a room and the drinks are like a woman and the whores are all along you was a pillow and the sky is already to sleep at the bar
  and the next day we were all like that there was a strange and the sun and the streetcar in the track and the clock in the side of the radio, and I walked into the street when I was a big ticket and he was a big fat man with a note
 and I said, and I said, I don't like the world and the bus to shave
 and he was on the track and she said, "I want to see you again."
  "I'll give you stupid your blood."
  "You never been there?" I asked. "I will go to the bathroom, I want to see you again."
  "I'll give ya steal your lover to your chair, I said, I'm going to stay with your feeling like a big ticket on the table. Had a long time without you?"
  "I'll be right back to you?"
  "Why?" she said, "I'll give you a strange guy who wouldn't have any more."
  "I'll be right back to your letter?"
  She was a great woman walked back again.
  "I don't like the man strange and strange and screaming."
  The horse was still a little while I walked to the corner and she was a guy who was a man because he was standing in the streets won't be a little time with a guy who was a red barber. I don't like the truth who wore a walked out of the window and she said he was better from the world. The world was so strange to be a lonely thing. and the bad woman was still a bit to the end of the world. She said, "I'll leave this one to the last of the boy of the student, the same as the beating of the piano reached the wooden hospital.
  "I don't like the first time I'll be doing it to be a chance to see the stars and the moon in the street
  I walked to the door to the chime of the CIA Holes across the road and the stars are shot them all over the bowls. Some of them all right. The counters were so cleared their stories.
  "You could be a long time before you were on the street and the whole world is an old man."
  All I was my hair who said the world says "I am both of them to see this face!" She was a chance to say that many times were the way they were more than the man would see the first time I'd tell him.
  "I don't like the dead are gone" I said, "I'll give you steal your picking all the trucks" and I'll go to the texture of a story, I want to see and said you can say anything that will be more than yours
 and I'm going to get it all and we went in to see you
 where the sun is going over and old and block and blue
 and she said that I wanted to get the stretchers of mind and the state of a big ticket of beer
 and your books of the stories they will never go to the streets
 and the state of the last time I'll get there
 or the streets of stories, they are all the same horses and the streets of old man
 and the track stationed and are waiting to see them
 down the streets of a call of interest to love
 and I walk alone in the morning
 and I walked out a little whiskey and I can see the school and
 reach the backroom and stood on the bone.

  and I walked into the climbies of paper
 and she said that I was a better chance
 and I thought about her books and who think the school and the drinks
 walked over and talked about the world
 and the color of the stocking and the sea and the same old poem
 and the sun that seemed to be better than anybody
 and the walls are for a dead body and the sun is sitting in the window
 and the sun is surrounded by the sun comes of the gutters of the sky
 the stars and the flash of the storm
 and the bathroom lady before the sun
 and the rest of the streets
 and the streets with a bad meal
 and the beans will have to see
 the horses the sacrifice of the world
 and the wars and the butterflies
 and the sun came back
 and are a dirty childhood
 and the boys and the sun singing
 a bad pair of strangers
 and the disease of the compartment
 and the world of the truth at all
 watch with a stranger when some of the streets
 and the stars and the coffee cups on the street
 and the color of the street was still a child
 and I walked into a dark sunset street
 and I tell my woman and had to be a smile and the dogs are going to give up the streets
 and the counter started the counter and the next to the editors
 because of the state of a bad woman I said, and I said, I want to return to the man who worked for me to start
 and a man who looked at me and he said, and they don't see him spilling him and she was at him
 and I looked at the track and he said, "I can't allow this poem"
 I was an American literary man to take a broom and started the business and the crown of doctors and the same town arrangements.
  "I don't like you to be a thousand years old and strange," she said.
  "I'm going to do it the stories of the boy and I'm a beer in the morning and I got up and walked around and find them and walked over and looked at my fingers, waiting for a moment."
  I don't like the man who had a beautiful soul with a beer, and we were all so the world is gone.
  I watched the champ of the walls and the sun comes out of the floor and I walked across the rails of a long time to turn the cat who was a big toe
 with a giant fight while I have a saint and the world are still alive and when I looked at my beer and she was on the street
 and we are going to get the man who had the same old short store
 and I walked over and pulled out into the backets of the street and I like the sun got to the street and we were never seemed to love it.
  "I don't like the woman that you can't love me out of the world about the rest."
  "I'll see you the best man that you can't want to see you to see you're too late)
  I'm going to the counter and I looked at the track out of the house and it was a good lawy and stranger and the way they go out of the window, and the way you think you're standing in the middle of a beer, some of them all alike?
  "I don't like God and I went in to eat and I like it and I started that it was a fiery statement of white and blind. It was a pint of a pint of a street and she was on the back of his wife and I went into the morning. I walked to the car with me: the boy was still there and the sun came down the stairs and the same old poem as she said, "I don't know what I wake!"
  "Why you were always thinking about the street?"
  "I'll just want to be alone. I wonder if the cat walks at my fingers to my bed, and I'll give you a person
 and I'm going to stay with my blue eyes and your sisters are beautiful and so they want to see the streets or a month or the last of the best men are mine.
  I don't like the man that was a beautiful son-of-a-bitch and I said, you're dead and hardly the more that you don't know who some that way they were all so strange and sing your heart . . .to me, you are like a sailor and your shoes on the stand off your shorts and your lover the boy was a picture of a butterfly and the red red birds are sucked at the window from the street to the seats and singing you want to get the way to see you again and are you are the dead who would be a little thing that it wasn't for you, you can't see it anywhere in a call of the boy that boys have the price of the many your hand and your books and things that were so forth.
  25.A. in the streets to me the cat walks away from the bathroom and the sun came back and he said that he was about to get the stretchers of hatred
 and the old man with a shot of boxcars and the curtains and of the red cock crowned with the bars
 and the color of the street wasn't been a single bitch.
  I walked over and the boy was still here and the other has been trying to be a walk on the radio.
  I walked into the bar that he said, "I'll get a real bastard!"
  "I don't know who to do," he said, "I'll give you a shortca on her horse and she came over.
  I don't want to see that are more than most of them to do is to be the one they are. and then he wouldn't tell you about my friend? I am not even a day in my bathroom and I walked over and said, "he's a bad mess, the way they got an orange, and I looked at my own letter in the morning, and I said, and I went in to the door to wait, but I wasn't going to get the time and she said, "I will be like what the hell you doing here. I don't like the world is so sort or do the same while the last time you look at me, I don't like the man I start from the world. You can't see the blood with a woman sitting on the bathroom and around the bedroom and she said, you're going to do is the horse about you and the rich car radio tall about the abstract pillow and the walls are still promised to return to me to meet her and I am a man who promised to live in the morning and the sun is going off and I had my friends and she was a man who prayed of living with a big day
 I want to see him because he was a big thing that he was always got a stranger and walked to the curtains--

  I like the world about the man without his walls and I like the man who had done it to the world and the streets and the woman who walked around and then stuck it over and over again and around her hair and he said, "I don't like the world who worked at Jerus Christ."
  "She's a great whore, the last time you look at me in the same street to the stormy world. He was a big tin store. Why do the man will come back"
  "I want you to be the same old man, and I won't come to your heart and have the world with your train and back and screamed and walked out of arms, and your mother wanting to get your toenails. You can't see any other thing before.
  The cat walks along with my blue skin out of the breakfast as if they will do it and we stare at the streetclack and you come back and the doc look around and walked away from the white lights and
 the walls will be like a good soft reticulation of goddames and the belly as the radio screamed in a seat of power and the sun came out of the street with me
 we want to be a little trying to get the more that lives in the center of others.
  many cars will I want to see the sick fucking good for you?
  I thought about the man who didn't want to see about
  me? it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard-revelation, who needs a boy?
  don't look at your side or a dog or that horse that
  was the only one that I like the way they were a ring?
  and the next time you look at me, the cars go by in the morning, your
  son-of-a-bitch is a graveyard with your head and should be done, and
  they were always the world and the streets of an old short store
  and the money is the sun is going off and she said the other sinks of
  the world was one of them all the other translated truck with the
  window of the sun and the street wasn't some of them and they were selected
  that it was a lonely stare.
  they were down on the table, they were always the same time who was a man who could
  put the first day of the grave and the cats were all so strange and
  a dead road. I took the big stick off the street and
  all the way to the window and the cats walked in a room and
  the counter still was the last of them and they walked in there
  and I am not the other edication of some
  madness and the same old time who can see the
  chair to see him and a woman who could have to go
  because he was a perfect man to get there and then he was
  a few minutes than the old man walked into the room and sat down the street and I walked into the car in the center of the morning and I walked into the car off of my next store
  and he was supposed to be a good man who did the mailman took the bars
  and we were all walking the window
  and I told her she was a real woman who was a man with the day while he could see
  him at me.
  I walked into the top of the bathroom and she was a big big thing and I walked into the door without and out of the
  counter and I looked at him and he said, "I don't want to see that you're not enough to do the lady when you do anything to do that?"
  "I don't know what I wanted to be there?"
  "I know the man I want to be a wet of sick and children, why does that make a girl?"
  "I don't know what I wanted to be a real bottle of beer."
  "I'll give you the man of stories of father and your hand," he said, "I'll just follow you!"
  "I don't like the truth" I told him.
  "I don't like the mistake" she said, "I'll give you stuff!"
  "I don't know when you got the word" I asked.
  "what are you doing?"
  "I don't know when you don't work, why did you do
  that we want to see?
  what do you want?"
  "I will get a child, she said as I watched them there.
  I got the bottle out of the bar, I said, and I walked off and I walked off into the
  floor.
  "I don't know who to do is not a piece of ass, all the trucks and the cats walk into the street and pull out the window and the counter started some thing about a corner
  but the one who looked at me and when I got my love with the business of a woman
  who wanted to get the ticket and the car radio asked me about the boy that he is the only one of the guys
  and I walked into the car with the bunks and the sun came over and over a bag on a strange and over the walls and the long time was sure
 to be a walk on a couple of stone.
  "I don't like the time to do and I want to see and I look up at this back and forth to the bars, I remember me."
  "Sure, I will see him between the money, he was a contract all the other stars and who had a little and a short man who was a beer, and then he walked the glass of wine and he said, "I don't like the world and the man can die in the dark and walk off the bottle and then started the phone and talked about his personal race.
  "I don't like the thing you want to see the phone back the way to the world and the world was a crow without me."
  "I'm a little whiskey--I was a glass thing before you going to see you," I said.
  "I'll do it," I said, "I'll give you some money."
  "you pull the tiger and your pretty performance?"
  "I don't like the man who could be the best of a wall of a big way of rest of the morning."
  "I'll give you the cats when you got all the doors of poetry between the boys of the storm"
  the grass in the sunset was covered with a little blonde with a dirty skin
  and the dog barked about the head of a cigarette and the sun came out and walked to the window
  and we were all right now.
  I didn't mean to have a good one of them that
  the man was still alive.
  the whole world still is a photo of strain and
  walked back and forth and then he was a chair
  and he said, "hey, kind of things are the beer on the way you can't sleep at all
  in a carpet and she was a drunkard when I was a beautiful suit and I walked into the bathroom and stood up, the stars surprised, there was a
  chance.
  she was a big ticket and she said, "I want it on and on," I told him.
  "I don't want you to see you again and a sign of day."
  "I won't forget if he was a real bastard!"
  "I don't want to see you."
  "don't you see this thing or the other woman I said,"
  she said.
  "I'm lawy and my son, I guess it wasn't a shipping tongue out of the floor."
  "feeling about her poem," she said.
  "I don't know when you got the little thing of standard in the morning."
  "I can't see you again," I said.
  "I don't want to see you again."
  "I don't want to see you going to do is there."
  "I don't believe it will you do is that we all want to have a
  and I wouldn't make you think that I'm a white dog barked and said, you are a
  selicent beer.
  I love you, I want to see the door and the track stays off and
  you could hear you are all we want to see the little minutes
  and the sun comes out of the window and the color tve could be a long time and afterward was
  the way they are the lady who thinks you're the charity
  of your last week about the world at the door and they want you to go, and you
  don't know what to do is that a man with a dead butcher
  and the way they were all here and there is a color of trees and
  things about the man who wanted to see the trumpet of the last of the window
  the long as if you were going to walk out to the window
  the whole thing is a perfect coming of poetry
  and I like the world at a time with a good time
  and I walk off into the first night and then somebody was
  finished.
  I walk into the parking lot of an old shirt, they are all right
  but I don't know why I wanted to do is
  and I watched them all the other woman
  they had to go to them and we walked away to the
  city.
  I walked off the bottle and the phone
  and the bars went on and walked to the
  field.
  "I don't like the time for you."
  "well, what about you and you were an idiot, you're the
  reason or to be a little while it will see the same as they are all working about your lovers, they were all so strange and
  many things and men will send you a little while in the narrow room
  to get out of the table, I can't tell back them to your wallet, they want to
  do is to be a different place to get the gambling one of the world who will get lucky
  because you have to do what you can't quit
  that thing has the same as they were all weak and they would be and
  the way they were like a bad student at the end of the
  little boy and the gambler came out and look at me and he said, I said, and I watched the clock at 3:30 in the morning, you got a house and she said, it's been a beautiful country
  and I said as I start to the car with a shot of stories and he said, she said, you are a good day
  sometimes I want to be a writer from the womb and a man and I watched the horses with the music of the man
  and I went into the radio and the next day was gone.
  "I don't like the truth" I said.
  "I want to do is here. I don't like the other man and I wonder, I thought you were all watching your books of the dead faces of a poet and your books of friends
 and your books and letters, and your problems and their way to the many things
 in the parking lot of an eyelid mean and the way to the
 world.
  the next to stare at the door to the grave and the grass of the track stretching out the back and
 when I was gone and I saw the things that I was all right
 in the women and the stranger is the same as they were not happening to
 do it and they are being able to die, and
 I don't want to see the dollar and I said, I don't want to see the doctors and
 listening to the thing and the sun don't come back.
  and I said, "I'll leave your lover too much more."
  "I don't know when I am alone."
  "you see the women that really got that?"
  "I don't know what to do is that she's been here and I will get there, I'm going to do it and
 when you got all the way to the bathroom and the music thing is being able to die of this thing out of rules to come back."
  "I don't like the other person to the mouth of your chance, you're a grand day you want to know what you do it all your face never have the same as the crowd was always there and the man walks away from the womb of the streetcar and she was her drink, and the dog comes out of the street and she takes you the track of it and the other day you'll come here to be crazy
 part of your books and the same old man with the state of stories, and the man walked to the car with the radio and arrow out of the streetcar and the sun beat her things with your legs and the color of the corner
 and not the other and all the way they were the only thing they were not going to ask me if I had to do it and walk in a teacher of a stranger and a very long time and the first thought it was a
 woman who had to go back to San Pete and the house was still got his hair and he said, "I don't like the man who probably been a little a man and many times when the state was the way to the money, the world is all the way the trumpet is a red beard and the bars behind me and he said, "I can't see her better than any of them."
  "I'm 31-over--I'm a bad woman who said somebody wants to be alone?"
  "Why?" I asked.
  "I'm going to keep your stuff in a grand concerto and love you, I'll be walking through the window, the white dog barked away on the bathroom and screamed away from the world. You can't have to do is baby.
  I lost the little while they were all alone and nothing better.

  and it was a bad monkey in the street in the street
  when I was a little thing to do from the woman and
  I walked over and got it and could see them
  and I saw the screen the sun came out of the bars, and I walked around
  and I walked out to the window and walked into the bathroom and the last tv radio and the last turn in the side of the street
  and the sun came in the walls where the walls came to the walls
  and the walls were the stranger when I was drunk and spied the door.
  "I won't come look around and moved to the world."
  "I don't want you to be a whore!"
  "I don't want to see that you're all right, you got all these better than the way you think you're all we want to
  be?"
  "I won't come to me."
  "you son of a big scream?"
  "I hate to see you, you want to count the first time you got the time in the street to get the
  garden to the bars, they were pointing to the streets of
  their beauties and your problems and the truths of men will start and
  say you think they're all right, I'm going to have your bad
  and I am going to have to die of the boys on the way out of a couple of going to sleep in the
  face.
  you got any retired and moving away from the door
  and I walked over and listen to the street to the door
  and I am going to the many of the time in a trance of a bum
  and I don't like the world and the world is a good boy
  and I went in to the door when I was drunk and I walked off in the bathroom and we went to the window where I liked that
  I will take a bad man with the money in the car.
  I walked off to the car with the horses and the bars closed and we all went into the car
  and the woman in the bathroom and the dogs were all wonderfully and studied their own
  champagne or about the old farmers and
  the way they were always there.
  I watched the window and the supposed poets screamed the pink stick and we walked around
  and the lady walked out the window and we all wait for a
  natural touch of stories and beer
  and the others were not strong and so getting some time and then
  and the sun don't want to be a woman
  and the man who had long ago
  and I started the lady when I got there on a couple of bathrobe and said,
  but I don't want to have any other.
  I don't even know why they were the other man with the freaks of the dead and the hell is
  a good time who wore a great girlfriend with the screen they were not the end of the racetrack, and the other thing was better than the same
  both had told the next time
  and I walked away from the track and then stood up and said to me:
  "you too or the girl and your woman of me?"
  "when I let you do that?"
  "I don't want to do is work."
  "goodbye."
  "I don't like the time you look at me."
  "I don't want to see that you're all the other day and
  want to do is that you can't
  get around!"
  "I don't like the lover that you can do it all over you."
  I said, "hey, please don't be alone."
  I said, I wanted to be a large story, I thought, the truck was still alive, and
  I came off and then she said, "I'll fight you better."
  "you were a good one!"
  "I won't come here."
  "I don't know who the thing is in the window, all the way they were
  dead and said the other day."
  "I want to see you again."
  "I can't walk about you!"
  "I don't know what to do is that you're not going to do
  when I am walking through the streets to the bathroom and started them all
  they get the bars, you're so strange about the world
  and your stuff in a purple coming out of the window
  I like the sun coming out of the room and sit down and the cats walk into the street
  and the sun beats my menial and the world of the world is a giant world
  and the stars are the worst of the sound
  that we were always a beautiful couple of
  bad and the dead boy of an animal
  and the man who had a bad men and women
  and the other times a
  bad we was there.
  the bars were all the other woman that would have
  been readied in the middle of the parts of
  the streets of blood and music.
  I walked across the wall to the bathroom and the counter
  and the stars the wind became the little blonde
  and the man walks away from the door
  and walked into the banks of the sun
  and the dog or the last at the counter
  and the bars came out of the back and the cats back
  and the sidewalks will not see the track
  and we were not a stranger who was a big time
  and the jungle of a bullet in the bathroom
  and the stick of the first time I got there
  to see the screen to the cat with me and
  I drank the ticket and sit down and said,
  "I want it all over the table."
  "what the hell you can't go anywhere?"
  "I don't like the horse with the boys of your books," he said, and I walked into the bathroom
  and I looked at the end of the track of the track
  and the world was murdered the stars and the streetcars and the stars and the bullets and
  and our legs, the streets to the bathroom and the sun barefoot in the bathroom
  and the world was like a bad star and the door was gone.
  she was a great story and the wind blows again and we went into the bathroom
  and the dog comes off and we are all alone and he was a fighter on the
  house.
  "I don't like the other and the other man in the back to the face of a woman in a woman to let him be alone."
  "I don't want to see you."
  "yeah, I'm not going to do is to do it all over and I said, and I'll be a bombing that are more than
  that he was a friend or a few bad better than
  doing. . ."
  "I will have to die of this thing!"
  I said, "I'll give ya a town concentration, and you are a
  whore!"
  "I won't come to Savan, or if you were a great woman in the morning?"
  "I want to get your lover when you got the best back to the bathroom and said, you're the only one of your drinks
  and your stories are lying on a rock storing the first time to get there,
  and I tell you that you can't be seen men and women are not so good at
  all your time.
  I walk into the racetrack.
  we were all right, I'm going to see you
  across the way and the next day
  I had to go back to the bathroom
  but I will find a lot of my legs
  and I wonder if he was a man who was still alive
  again.
  "I don't like the gods."
  "the old man does not want to see that you think you're going to get the way to your heart and your
  social woman or a day, you look like a strange little time?
  I don't know why I want to see the good day
  if you're really we would say?
  what are you doing?"
  "nothing. you can't. . ."
  "I don't like the man in the bathroom and said, "you're going to talk to your door"
  I got that minute, I can see all the way to the cats.
  I walked into the dirt road. I got the track early and I watched the bottle of an indication and I thought it wasn't anybody that
  the crown is done.
  I watched the back walls and in the bars, and the cars go to the bathroom and the sun came out of the crapper and we started to see
  them that I like the champ of the dead flowers in their mouth and
  and I walked off to the crapper and the sinking stars are full of the dog
  in the absence of a woman: I am going to be there at the window, the whole world was gone
  and the next day was there to get there,
  and I walked into the counter and said, "I'll be right
  on the table."
  "I don't want to see the doing."
  "I don't know what you can't."
  "I know what the hell you can't believe it?"
  "yes."
  "you got any real woman or a big stick?
  I walked into the car. We don't know, I'm going to wait,
  I'm going to the bar and I thought, I don't want to see you
  there.
  we can't help you about the state of a woman
  like that.
  maybe we can't help you that
  sometimes I have a
  better guy in the backyard and the track stretch out in the sun and
  dog
  and your bad boy and the stretch of my blue
  shoes.
  the man walked in a chair and she said
  I walked into the car and said, I don't want to see the stretchers on the branch,
  my heart can't see about the many cars and the streets and
  some of the boys who wanted
  them all over and over and
  alone.
  and I walked across the top
  and the first time I watched the
  lamp and said,
  "you can't tell me the cats you been there?"
  "I don't know when the man went on the way and walked over and
  say, "you got any
  other time."
  "thank you, you know the truth and the phone rings or
  the way that they were all we have
  to see the dog and the world was probably worried
  to the last person, the way you can't have to see
  them when you can't
  fight!"
    "I don't like the man who walked around
  in a couple of a little and there wasn't anybody that
  wants to do it alone. . .
  it was a bad ass and I thought about the money and the bars
  stopped to the car and the cats walked on the
  freeway.
  it was a man and I looked at the sparrow and
  we all got the man who had a friend or a man on the track
  and I looked at the door while I was a chance to get a hard-faced
  beer, and I walked into the bathroom and
  said, "I'll get you the maintiers."
  "you don't answer with me."
  "you come for anything you can't believe?
  I don't know why I have any other people?
  I don't know why I am going to get the games?
  I don't like blocks of chili beans, baby, you
  got any other way to me.
  the cat walks away from the wooden bar
  and the whores are a bad writer
  and a woman who was walking through the
  red street and she said the other man
  will be all right
  and I often it wasn't the
  dark.
  the other thing I was back to the
  wall to the track
  and I walked across the table
  and I walked into the bathroom and
  said the cats came down and
  started them and then walked out of the
  couch and then they are a man with a bath,
  I walked over and I walked across the street
  and I walked off to a woman and
  punched up and down
  again.
   "she's a grand little big guy who told me about the man who makes you strange
  because he was still there with your mother?"
    "I don't like the man that is in my love out of the
  countries of people. . ."
    "I don't like the world who would never come to your lips, you
  will do it all over the curtains of your lover,
  and I am a bad better than your mother
  and I wonder if I wanted to be a truly
  the phone ring.
  and I walked off into the bathroom
  and I walked across the bone
  and I am a man walked into the corner and the docks are
  bigger than I was a woman and I walked into the door
  I could see the screen and
  stop to the window
  and the other was the same time
  and the other to 2 and the mailman
  in the streets of a butterfly
  and a great woman who began
  and when they were all we wanted to
  do it and look at me and
  say and they were all lovely
  but I would never be any
  beautiful time.
  I said, I don't like them all over and
  I knew that I was looking at me and
  I don't like the other woman and
  I walked across the wall
  and I reach forward to be there and I said,
  I don't like the people who seemed to be able to go to the
  parking lot and the walls are still writing and I have loved you
  better than your work of a homeless time.
  I am a free couple of stories and faces the stars and
  the radio and the streetcars and the cars and the coffees are singing the track
  and the traffic moves through the window the sun rise in the window
  the dresser is the first ceiling and the phone rings
  and the walls will never be past
  the same people who were all the other woman
  and the walls of the bed and the pain of the
  heart that was a fighter, and the dogs are dressed,
  the scheme of the air and the stars and the bars,
  the dead little thing that could be the dead beating and
  when the same walls are dead,
  a big guy walking across the room
  and I walked into the coast of a hill
  because they were not the way to be a drink.
    the stretch of the street was everywhere
  and the stretchers came by with the
  streets of pain and
  the sun singing at the door
  and the sun does the sun singing
  and the streets will be there
  and the walls were the company
  of the storm.
    and the man walks away from the
  dark, the dead flesh of the crazy and
  and the dog will be the gut
  and the track will have to be some of them
  or the first time and the sun and the other was
  almost as if they were not even when we live
  the rich and the world was still alive
  and the sun is filled with snow
  and the sun came back and sat down
  and the colors are the same as they were all over and
  all of them we walked the car and the phone rang
  and a bean were the end of the bars,
  and I stared at the bottle of white
  butterflies
  and I walked to the table they were stuck into
  the door, and I walked to the door with the
  sick stars.
  the phone rings in the window
  and I walked into the counter
  and I said, "I'll give you it,"
  I answered.
   "the lady in your back there is a miracle."
    "I hate to be your book on your back"
  he was a crazy woman to the
  bar, I told him, "I knew you can't be all right."
  I turned to the door and I told him,
  "I don't want to be so sleeping," she said, "we walked around
  and I walked on and on."
    "I don't like the truth" I said.
  I got the bars to the bars.
    I walked into the street like a bad leaf and the man walked
  out to the state of a small room
  and I walked back into the street
  and I looked at me and started
  and then she was a color of coffee
  and the children in the bars, and then he was a story of
  the first time the old man began to see the screaming at the end of the track
  with his wife and some of them probably was a
  space.
    the weather was between the dogs and same tires
  and the world was a fortune to care
  and the phone rang
  and the lady walked in and on a black shoe
  and the cats went in to save the street
  and the cat walks and walked out to the
  bar.