This is the part I don't remember
An amalgam of scrambled lupine letters, recurring friends on street corners in an accident of accordions and learned memories. Concrete rhythms with feet and even that sky arches its supple roof. I am rising with the sun, pushing out demons in counterbalanced shapes. This is living with soups and the hot tin of ambition. This is the unimagined.
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That sure looks a comfortable hat.
That sure looks a comfortable hat.
That sure looks like I said that twice.
That must be because its an extra comfortable hat. Its a bit too big really. Superman must have a big head.
(growl)
What happened to the grin?
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