6964. GAUNT AND GONE

GAUNT AND GONE

Here's the reason for that : the landing

never landed and the moon is still of

cheese. OK? I am the thin man, telling

you this. Don't look at the nighttime

sky for answers. There are none.

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You were placed here, like a jewel on a

black velvet night, to float through your 

piers of illusion. Go see, and look, how

crisp and defined most everything is.

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Hazelton? Trenton? West Paterson? 

Again? All that ever comes through 

is the noise of the wires, not the 

sound of the words being spoken.