Jack Straw

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Jack Straw from witichita cut his buddy down...in the morning light the memories come to me...possessed by the radiated third eye...I sat laughing after the Belmont drinking my cheapies smoking my smokes watching the light descend...a popularity contest, eh?...just like the cable station, just like the chappaqua rag...the circle...inside, outside....alone here now in my imagination...they can not take that away from me...that is within my control...this morning they were fencing off the gorge...that they can take away from...that is outside of my control.....there's nothing I can do about that...I can ignore the sterioid fueled pigs on the street...I can ignore how I have been ignored...jumping jack flash...it's all right now....as a matter of fact it's a gas, gas, gas...the words they pump real...they become feelings...they explode like a de Koooning...they become dancers deep in the woods of my imagination....jumpin jack flash,...it's a gas, gas gas....the smell of summer...the hum of the air conditioner....the idea of design....of being...creation...I was left for dead...I am dead.....I fell down to my feet...but last I looked you were stuck in 2002...sorry about that....gotta keep it moving...it's a gas....