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Blankname, "Don't sound like a rich kid Animal, or you will not reach your decline." "What business do you want?" "I will construct a wooden tevern. For pier peo- ple, for street people, for beach people, for B. movie stars. The crew will be a brotherhood. We may all survive; will be the moto. Those who work on the project, become the project. There is no need to beg for beer in this town. We can live in good spirits, and why can not Herion become wine when the wine is good. Construction worker then bartender; and why not drink and smoke while we work so that we may easy dream excellence." The day was truely lightened considering the source of L.A's the light seemed free; the smog was on the desert, or on the sea again. The wind was shift, and the bush trees could sway. A gen- tle day for Los Angeles. The glass was still like a camera, which wasn't very unusual. But today be- yond and in front of the lens; the air lived in a non-particled clarity. The sister rose, and moved her hips to the kitchen. She brought apples; bannanas, nuts, Avacado, and yellow mild cheese; She had placed food on a green platter, and she smiled as she handed the pieces of taste down. A turn of the knees, and she was seated again to this conversational chirming in its want to begin toward flow.