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The Fiddle
How beautiful is it? Sparks from every ten fingers exploding out blaring inside the head, a ball spins, sparkly, sparkly, sparkly, and then erupts, like the volcano of old, through and up the spine erupts and blasts off like a fiddle snake. We all sit there Indian style, and nobody cheers for the new year. It's breakneck and brittle, a cup, a boy, a fiddle. to choose a once a blue underneath the moon we kiss and collate in ones and A ‘s and exhibits talk talk talk talk talk and then the pressure builds, pounds the right knee and then releases, we are all we, we are all a species coming down and leaving the tops if the trees, speed, A noose, a neck, a folly a front, and come on all come on all come on all I won't be blunt, to fix in the fade and to rise above the surface sea we come back down the mountain brain tagged federalities, stew it up, stew baker and France I did a little dance and forgot my underpants, Cool it out cool it in, There is no wind on a nose side transparent ghost free ride tonal melody, dirt, scum lasts upon the grass that once was young do a little growth do a little spurt splatter a little pink amidst the chatter the can, can work to descended divine, we are the crawls windchimes, minimize at the thing, foster walls and to take him to give and take a receipt back, I will be the harmony, the all-time almanac, feast the eyes on fifth of figaro, fiddle think, kinda awesome. We all blossom in a seed of constraint and to tie a toast and take it all back, We are the macro, we be the follow, We are the fiddle we are the we are all that’s given, Summer else is a time constraint to in tough’s die divine and floor para-space, We all live and die. We all become the face the many faces and many moons hang low right there in the sky well do we all dream and don't we all die a face upon the grass upon the face upon the eve, I saw a fellow a glory folk, I saw a fellow dancing upon the eaves, in the eve was an injustice and in the eve was a bless and blessed bless to bless to bless and all that backwards inabinabinabensab we are all here and that's all great, nice, I have th five fingers and I think I still have five toes, but even if I didn't, I'd line up all the pretty girls and rows and rows and rows and I'd take candy canes and I'd pick every pocket. I'd take every watch and I'd turn it left and I'd stop it, And I'd figure out and I'd fondle with all the figurations of time and I would go back to the basement and I would go back to the time that I sat there and I figured out all that was nothing that I was sitting there and watching all of these things become nothing and all of the nothing became all that I was something and in that basement, something would arise, But when there was a silk, there was a road and when there was fingers, there were stories to be told, Down there by the lake, a lock of fresh, Press the pond, the pond of the best taking all, giving on, and taking on and We are the wisest ones the ones who don't follow men. and for everyone and everything that is past, I give my bow I give my bow tie and I'll take it off and it'll become a snake and I'll take it off and it'll become a bolo tie, and I'll take it off and it'll become a sigil and I'll take it off and it'll become
