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By Jack Joseph Smith
Animal you are an interesting man who has trying to reach
majecial heights. Now I am go to show you how. Now you will
have no father, no uncle either. Where is your brown paper bag?
Even it is gone. Where is your dancing language with no one to
listen but me. Run on. Now you are at the height of a fame that
is your own.
The sea was black as he moved along under the Pier. He saw a
great deal of light through the end of the pier, and the moon
was hegh over the boards. Thinking was heavy and he began to
listen instead. He wouldn't cut out the voice. Wine was as
good as Acid in your brain he let it rumble.
He was right there at the light and the expanse was big. He
felt like all of it. The clifs, the lights, Malbu was rugged.
The homes were shakes, and they looked fit. You couldn't even
hear the highway when he was running down there on the sand.
The tide had left the beach long and flat tonight. He was a
great bastard out there flipping alone.
You gonna make it Animal. Ya got the punch without Judy.
For those listening the tv is turned off. You don't need
advertising for this trip. Right baby? The beach is still
nature. Go ahead and stay; you can make it. You've only been
at it for a few years. In a short time you'll find out every-
thing necessary; After that you8ll be able to create and to
save lives.
A long wave wipped itself away and he ran on through it's
spread out water.