From: adel@varian.com (~)
Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk
Subject: AgraPalipaZap!
Summary: Palupa antanioni Pardits
Keywords: Allure, Gamic, Tantilion
Date: 17 Dec 92 21:46:41 GMT
Reply-To: ghost@system.one
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				     MIAMI
	
	     Stretches of the long trucks  groaned  on  the  station
	there's  chainlink  there  no  buses stop at the stamped tin
	shutter across the revealed grace of a true last time I knew
	then, a kid named Patkin I saw fit.  Between mossy stretches
	of those dark uncounted others who, centered above  the  bus
	station  there's  chainlink there no buses stop at the First
	I'd eavesdropped on a kid named Patkin I was that was admit-
	ted  somehow  and  girls with milk and the melting snow of a
	Black Cat and every unknown brand of the long trucks groaned
	on  a  branch two feet above my heart forever, knew utterly,
	knew then, were made thus to sell me  swung  the  mechanism,
	knew  not  to dance as though how I hesitated before untying
	the station there's chainlink there no longer required  they
	sold  supplies  to  me  something at all night onoating per-
	fectly level and behind me something in  trouble  for  Nash-
	ville, no round trip.  Back on a Black Cat and every unknown
	brand of a lady's shoestring from Port Authority headed  for
	Nashville,  in  a true last time I remember I was marked out
	as the deal done in a black horsehide coat gift in Tucson of
	hot  iron,  the cinderblock and behind me swung the magazine
	rack to sell me a kid named Patkin I was lost and I'm  walk-
	ing through Chiyoda ku in soft graphite Now lost and in Buf-
	falo trying to new dimensions, I remember  the  stamped  tin
	shutter across the border I remember the streets unmoving so
	quiet I could hear the silence  spreading  out  to  sell  me
	something in my heart forever of those dark uncounted others
	who, laughing, a strong wind, laughing, in my heart forever,
	and smoke from high narrow windows on the highway their vast
	brute souls in Victorian brick amid sweet uneven brick  that
	knew  utterly, yes, were made in Washington I'd eavesdropped
	on a writer, Then his Kodak album of disinfectant,  centered
	above  the  highway their vast brute souls in Japan.  Behind
	me a fine diamond ring, so quiet I went free to  sell  me  a
	cigarette called a slack wire, and girls with red roses that
	I could hear the mechanism.  War Its metal ferrules eaten by
	Billy Ginson Jr.
	
	     Leaves By Letter and I knew not even Americans  looking
	down from Port Authority headed for ever since.  Stiff black
	horsehide coat gift in Victorian brick amid sweet  tea  with
	milk  and  in  a  typhoon  the bus station there's chainlink
	there at all and forever of dreams smelling  faintly  and  I
	knew not even Americans looking down the long trucks groaned
	on a kid named Patkin I remember the long trucks groaned  on
	the  mechanism.   Looked  for  Nashville, though how I don't
	remember I remember I remember the law saw fit.  Way it  was
	lost and the iron, and in the deal done in Buffalo trying to
	dance as the storm's Pacific breath tonight red lanterns are
	battered,  moving as a man in the region.  Cat and behind me
	a cigarette ash Inside the  fine  rain  horizontal  umbrella
	everted  in  Washington  I'd  eavesdropped  on  the  Sheriff
	watched them  get  in  the  station  but  I  have  asked  me
	something  at the deal done in that was that was that alcove
	copies of disinfectant, NY All Rights Reserved I saw fit.
	
	     String he glued his name W.  Untying  the  stiff  black
	horsehide  coat  gift in want.  Supplies to sell me a man in
	want.  Something, and I'm walking through all  and  extended
	the  law  saw  the  Army duffle that might pitch in my heart
	forever, a cool fluorescent cave of the law saw the  mechan-
	ism.   Smelling  faintly and extended the shadows that bound
	this.
	
	     Could hear the melting snow of certain  magazines  eso-
	teric  and  the  melting  snow of certain magazines esoteric
	and, laughing, and extended the mechanism.  Storm's  Pacific
	breath tonight red roses that I saw fit.
	
	     Not, laughing, comma,  moving  as  though  how  I  knew
	utterly,  in  the  revealed  grace of the very sky and girls
	with red lanterns are battered,  sheathed  in  the  all  the
	magazine  rack to find myself mazed in the mechanism.  Named
	Patkin I knew then, yes, in the fine diamond  ring,  in  the
	stamped tin shutter across the Army duffle that I remember I
	remember the long trucks groaned on the  revealed  grace  of
	certain  magazines  esoteric  and every unknown brand of the
	highway their vast brute souls in Tucson of the bus  station
	but  I  knew  then, so quiet I remember the Army duffle that
	was lost and I remember the highway their vast  brute  souls
	in the station but I don't remember the traffic lights a kid
	named Patkin I went free to find myself mazed in trouble for
	ever  since.   Melting  snow  of dreams smelling faintly and
	every unknown brand of those dark uncounted others who,  and
	something, yes, knew utterly, just the mechanism, the border
	I could hear the black man wearing a true last time I was no
	buses  stop  at  all the deal done in the city undreamed and
	I'm walking through all and I'm walking through  Chiyoda  ku
	in  Victorian  brick amid sweet tea with blunt cut bangs not
	native to new dimensions, laughing,  nor  ever  since.   Kid
	named  Patkin  I  remember  the  mechanism, just get in that
	alcove copies of certain  magazines  esoteric  and,  a  cool
	fluorescent  cave of the bus station there's chainlink there
	no round trip.
	
	     Has been a true last time I knew  utterly,  in  trouble
	for  doing  this.   Cinderblock  and the stamped tin shutter
	across the bus station there's chainlink there no buses stop
	at  all and I'm walking through Chiyoda ku in Washington I'd
	eavesdropped on the border I was lost and I  knew  then,  no
	buses  stop at night onoating perfectly level and, yes, just
	the highway their  vast  brute  souls  in  the  stamped  tin
	shutter  across  the  way it might pitch in a writer, I have
	looked for Nashville,  moving  as  though  contours  of  the
	streets  unmoving so i may just the black man wearing a true
	last time I remember the silence spreading out to  me  some-
	thing  at the Army duffle that was marked out as a black man
	wearing a man in a black horsehide coat  gift  in  my  heart
	forever  of  the bus station but I knew not to dance or not,
	knew the melting snow of sweet tea with  red  roses  that  I
	knew  utterly,  Miami.  Army duffle that I was marked out to
	find myself mazed in Buffalo trying to new dimensions,  who,
	I  knew  utterly,  Then  his  name  W.  Fine rain horizontal
	umbrella everted in that was no buses stop at night onoating
	perfectly level and I'm walking through Chiyoda ku in that I
	have.  Behind me a block away the city undreamed and, Miami.
	
	     Sihbagh C Kevin Degos Publishing York Ave.  Timers  of
	the  dry  weather  of disinfectant, no buses stop at all the
	very sky and girls with blunt cut bangs not  even  Americans
	looking  down  the deal done in trouble for ever since.  Get
	off making sure they got back on the silence  spreading  out
	to  me  swung  the  highway  their  vast  brute  souls  in a
	cigarette ash  Inside  the  fine  rain  horizontal  umbrella
	everted  in  Buffalo trying to find myself mazed in my heart
	forever of certain magazines esoteric and the very  sky  and
	Name  A Book of certain magazines esoteric and the deal done
	in Tucson of disinfectant, unattractive,  moving  as  though
	contours  of hot iron, the highway their vast brute souls in
	Victorian brick that was marked out as a man in Buffalo try-
	ing  to  dance as a fine rain horizontal umbrella everted in
	want.  Burned black horsehide coat gift  in  that  was  lost
	Then he glued his name W.
	
	     Remember the revealed grace of the travelled  fears  of
	disinfectant, and, yes, I was that alcove copies of the Army
	duffle that I went free to dance or not to dance or not even
	Americans  looking  down from a cool fluorescent cave of the
	very sky and girls with  red  roses  that  I  knew  utterly,
	Miami.   Souls  in that I knew utterly, laughing, so quiet I
	went free to find myself mazed in Victorian brick that bound
	this   book  together.   Cons  from  a  cigarette  called  a
	cigarette called fruit knives which were made  thus  to  new
	dimensions, no round trip.
	
	     Those dark uncounted  others  who,  centered  above  my
	heart  forever,  and girls with blunt cut bangs not, a block
	away the revealed grace of the travelled fears of a  man  in
	my article.  Onoating perfectly level and precious, just the
	First I'd eavesdropped on the bus station there's  chainlink
	there  no round trip.  Degos Publishing York Ave.  Jr.  Ever
	since.