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(ack-ack)

the only thing visible this time of morning in the midst of storm filth blood stench of meat delerious Baghdad my folks in Oklahoma and the decibels madness we're going live when's this gonna end a mine ah-h-h

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Take that. Take more of that.

Call it preventive action .

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no beauty
where meat on
exhibit
— in open rot
proof positive
no beauty
where evil so
human

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Splintered water, milk from a
crushed brain, discharge
of hours and the sordid broth
overflowing the trough
in the Bush wallow. Farewell, liberal individualism.
Farewell, leaves of grass.
Swordstorm.
Surveillance systems. Cyberterrorism.
Now it's your turn.
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Lacquer moon: inscription on dark side: MADE IN USA.

The plane took off for Yesterday. No need to wait.

“. . . in a minute.”

“we believe he's disposed of his WMD's, but”

A sound of waves exits a shop in Basra. Explosions. An arm.

The real yet another barb ripping through the galactic epidermis.

Black Hole God. Wind rattles the south. Fallujah.

What place paid, its price, its piece, each false movement toward one more beyond? — or will we never leave the place?

In a single drop, quarks explode their effects through cranial porcelain, a universe .

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