8811. HERE'S WHAT I WANT OFF

HERE'S WHAT I WANT OFF

Your head. Each Tuesday. Thirty

percent from everything. The gutters

that now run with something, red, is 

that? The dome of the capitol building.

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I went to Malibu and San Francisco.

I've been to Carmel-by-the-Sea. Every

five and ten cent store had something

waiting for me. Stepping inside, the

lady told me the Marx Bothers started

here. She said hey were called the 

Four Nightingales then. Well, at 

least she seemed sincere.

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Just down the street and over the

corner, the candy-shop was selling

its wares -   making their own 

chocolate and things. They make

it all themselves, across the street

from a plaza. For some reason,

that day, everything seemed

apocalyptic.