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By Jack Joseph Smith
"But you make a mistake about the snobs" They
don't have any problems about art, or drugs;
They find both laughable; What, do ya think?
Snobs gonna worry about something they can't.
paint their face;, dress up;, or drive in! Get
to be crazy Prankster! Get abstract vengemence
out of your head!"
All this time there was a SECRET that the
Prankster held on to. In all of his environments,
mostly shaggy to the outside viewing eyes, he had
a figure to give him strength, to give him com-
fort, or to sometimes give him fear to handle.
In this place below the pier he had one pole; It
was the one to his right from where he most al-
ways seated himself. Now it formed again in it's
usual figure humaninhumain; It tented, yet re-
lapsed. Didn't vanish like a frozen ball to warm
wind, just kept it's hat on or hanging and bend-
ing. It's moves were answers and questions, that
Prankster felt a direct relience upon. He was not
afraid of it's mystery, for he understood how it
could be stopped. From a blind outed stare say no.
Say no, he knew; he had been saved from it's presence
in the past. Now he gaged the time in which he could
deal with it, and sought communication within a time
limited form that was not a stranger, but a husband