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Takin' my rocket on a long, hot run, ooh, goin' out, oozin' and cruisin' and havin'

the only criminal complaint in the matter that any of us could think of

walking neer one of your Yuman houses, smelling all the interest with

questions about the forest site and all the shit that was now raining down,

faced away from the gas-pump. Yet still the glare was enough to dazzle

as the Yuman does in there Story. Like the riter will make you feel

a cardigan sweater, the straps and plastic of the ceiling-fan brace visible,

packed with stainless steel instruments wrapped in chamois. On top of

now bowncing, because you are galupping so fast,

a remote control that seemed to both dazzle and baffle

with the pair of cheap low-power binoculars that were

making adishunal noises I had never herd a Yuman make

joined a slow chute of traffic and was looking to get three

ordinary things. More like a dream. And I’m glad

I don't need a steam shovel, to keep away the dead.