THERE I’M AFRAID JUST LIGHTS OUT

There I’m afraid just lights out. Hyped to see lighting flashes, lighted to smell
Novotny’s farts, to walk behind him. And not just to the ballbreaking, but to
the Senior Building Manager, the fearful dying to the still life, slow.
In my own house I’m a brand new man washing her underwear out. Why don’t
you mail this shit out before it’s too late? To work for the next few months, to
answer the intensive work with day conditions, for a direct them one day,
other creatures, all the previously which I have acci- let it clearly understood,
let the price be today.

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