nel. . . They cowboyed him in the steam room. . . Is this Cherry Ass Gio the Towel Boy or Mother Gillig, Old Auntie of Westmister Place?? Only dead fingers talk in Braille. . .
The Mississippi great limestone boulders down the silent alley. . .
” Clutter the glind!” screamed the Captain of Moving Land. . .
Distant rumble of stomachs. . . Poisoned pigeons rain from the Northern Lights. . . The reservoirs are empty. . . Brass statues crash through the hungry squares and alleys of the gaping city. . .
Probing for a vein in the junk-sick morning. . .
Striclty from cough syrup. . .
A thousand junkies storm the crystal spine clinics, cook down the Grey Ladies. . .
In the limestone cave met a man with Medusa’s head in a hat box and said, “Be careful,” to the Customs inspector. . . Freezed forever hand an inch from the false bottom. . .
Window dressers scream through the station, beat the cashiers with the fairy hype. . .( The Hyper is a short change con. . . Also known as The Bill. . .)
” Multiple fracture,” said the big physician. . . ” I’m very technical. . .”
Conspicuouos consumption is rampant on the porticos slippery with Koch split. . .
The centipede nuzzles the iron door rusted to thin black paper by the urine of a million fairies. . .
This is no rich mother load, but vitiate dust, second run cottons trace the bones of a fix. . .