The World of Erosion, Section Three

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Defective America. Just there, over the brown hedges into the rumpus room

cacti, dear, their called cacti. TV, do I dare fall into it?
shells for hands
complaining
holding themselves up by the wrists
this place isn't ready for intelligence

We just seem to marbelize with age.

Please...just

adjust heaven enough to let me believe it.

later in the bathroom the bad acts happen
and the money, cheese, good rate for nurses, incapacitation, that's for me, in that, it is functioning - they're building the condo on my big toe - fast and bulbous mechanisms

can barely, they, it's like, barely practicing the way to read five feet away, squinting a lot...

so-called ogre in the cabbage stew, witico whackito, the cement between the geraniums -
early service for young victims, display your program, memorize some raindrops...