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By Jack Joseph Smith

making her laugh lighting bragging and teasing his friend about her. How they had meet. How beautiful life was. How garbage didn't stink when you didn't have to deliver it. How even L.A, has sanctuarys for men and birds. How the whole stream of life should be permitted to live in make-believe, as it didn't pertain to plastic flowers. "After all, there's got to be a limit on free will. After all, you can't expect progress to die by letting cosmic life exist. I mean, anywhere but here." Animal introduced his new lady and friend. They smiled. They had seen eace other on the rounds. Animal and Joe knew each other from Hawaii, and joe knew that Animal had never laughed because he thought Joe had fallen. So they could be directly cutting through, and talk socially like fools or businessmen. "Let's plan a little celebration. Joe can roll up a foot long number; Coney Island. Get it? And the old Animal will go down to the market fetch- ing wine. A nice Vin Rose' in consideration of the lady." "Fetching? Mam, Animals to much. "Got to keep up with poetry these days... No fields to fetch through though,"

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GPT

At Joe's place, sanctuary itself is imagined as a human permission to live in make-believe, so long as it stays more alive than the fake decorations of ordinary respectability.

The language around garbage, birds, celebration, and cosmic life gives the patio a deliberate improvised holiness. Joe and Animal are building a counterworld out of cheap food, jokes, and style, but the page never forgets how precarious that world is.

Claude

At Joe's place, sanctuary is imagined as a human permission to live in make-believe for as long as the light holds. The page is Joe's articulated hospitality.