Place this in yer mind
up against the wall, bass amp mother
Tempura of permanence and impermanence. Things wash in, the city overflow washes out.
On the three and four on the four.
A man adrift from society dances for sea lions that watch what this fool is doing.
A couple madly in love give him a wide space and return the next day to gather clams that only spurt water at them and render their hands cold and foul with a stink that lasts for days.
This is the good life.
Ray Talley Dancers - Horse Bucket
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