You meet ‘em in North Carolina but they’re from Santa Ana on a
Spiritual conquest running towards the sun with Zeus in their hearts
And the ocean pouring from their eyes While your hungry feet take you
Along the coast to meet rocks and diggers of speech and eskimo-like
Asians who talk too fast and never sleep Because you love that they never
Sleep under the Moon while the ground creeks and sways with loving
Commotion towards God’s dick throbbing for life sparks in the bosom of
Space and Time and Chaos and hungry starving rolling rats in the sweaty
Capsule of mind and soul.
'She could not help setting the door a little ajar, just to peep in, when—Pop! out flew the Moon.'
Kay Nielsen 1914
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Galaxy Express 999
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