JESUS JALOPY JONES
As it was once there was a man
with cinderblocks, building walls and
painting them red, washing the white wash
down to its essence, facing the cinder with
golden paint. He was making kingdoms for
with cinderblocks, building walls and
painting them red, washing the white wash
down to its essence, facing the cinder with
golden paint. He was making kingdoms for
children and markers for Man. He came
upon a Saturday, dealing cards and dicing
the doubles, calling things wild, and
lining the tables with magical felt.
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I bowed down, just once, to see if
he reacted. Nothing came from the
face but a very odd light. He seemed
more obscure than was usual. I parsed
a sentence to see his reaction. 'My single
noun to your active verb' was all he said.
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There is no purpose in lighting the light
where no shadows go. Everything is
plainly seen, and no things
are obscured.
the doubles, calling things wild, and
lining the tables with magical felt.
-
I bowed down, just once, to see if
he reacted. Nothing came from the
face but a very odd light. He seemed
more obscure than was usual. I parsed
a sentence to see his reaction. 'My single
noun to your active verb' was all he said.
-
There is no purpose in lighting the light
where no shadows go. Everything is
plainly seen, and no things
are obscured.
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