Kind of Sucks

Yeah kind of sucks
I had to learn Joe died
From that guy

But I get it
You couldn’t tell me
Because you couldn’t
Tell anybody and
I’m just anybody

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In Memorium

I was preparing a major piece
About Elke Sommer
When my drugs ran out
About when heaven
Separated from earth
I knew she’d existed
Ages before that
A cosmic mountain range
A created product rising
From the primeval sea
Her current felt by
All mankind drawn by the
Twirling magic of her twisted threads
Must they obey or did they delight
In so doing

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This Year’s Jacks

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What’s The Matter

& you, sir, are disembodied matter

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Grimoire

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Cooper, I think I know Who Bob Is

“Maybe that’s all BOB is. The evil that men do. Maybe it doesn’t matter what we call it.”

— Albert Rosenfield

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Downtown Cat

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Structure

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You Got To Pick Up Every Stitch

must be the season of the witch

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