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 Eye took turns with the missing link they once thought it was me the eye they locked me away from the sky but eye don't cry and reach for the sky eye can take it or leave it passé eye do the elemental thing there was so many comic books and eye read them each day as iff it was the last installment the best ones were the off brand strangers something like bizzaro Superman. The story lines were not much but the drawings needing thoughts to make them into actions and imagination was the key when eye held the comic flat and stared hard at the page it looked like the bizzaro Superman was flying there to eye. Eye am gnawing at my hunger is present tensed eye am gnawing at my hungry is present particle eye am gnawing at some food is realism and art would be eye am gnawing at a fruit gone bad a yellow thing under a yellow sun that gives me super strength like Superman. Usually just a banana but applet will dew. There is no real way for anyone to live with kilter on the looser at an angle as it hangs a participle works. Eye have been places and seen many things there was a beggar with a sign you knoe the kind a cardboard sign that says something like WILL WORK FOR FOOD he was so drunk just before the sun set eye watched his knees buckle and down he went he was out like a fighter for the count he was down like ike or mike wait oh gentile reader ewe eye will go and get some background for this hobo on the ground. Down to earth. They used to say this as an adage it meant a good thing like he is a very nice person but taken out of context and applied to the one on the ground who did not die but managed to appear like he was dead it still meant down for the count. Hay mon did ewe see that bum boy was he out and rally down to earth he was down for the count rally down to earth. My people all around me used to say you have no visible means of support of course they meant a job not crutches. Once eye was leaning on a barb wire fence and the detractor man come by on the tractor anyway he said what are you doing there just holding up that fence? The most famous thing to eat eye ever found was that old half a turnip on the ground eye picked it up and chewed around the half that was not there the part that was missing the piece that was gone. It was the most wonderful thing in the world to eat at the time and the place it was manna in the wilderness. Eye once held a real job for one half of a day eye chipped the morter off of bricks eye filled three pallets up with bricks all cleaned of nasty yuck they wanted them to sell to rich folks to use to make a well who knoes perhaps they just wanted them to make a fireplace in the home or outside wishing well or Gnome a Gnome made out of bricks cleaned by number one now that would be a trick and rally down to earth and work for anyone.



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