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By Jack Joseph Smith
(I frighten women.)
A voice: I go crazy with what I can touch.
Herion as the center of the earth; doomed to
nonexistance, or excited about it.
Prankster had a hatred for gossip. He heard
stories in his brain that mankind didn't love
him, No, respect him. He wanted it acknowledged
that he deemed his deeds necessary.
Now by a passion he was sent after grief flash-
ing on his brain the certainty he would die young.
He followed it into a crosslegged sit on the sand,
from where his mind rose in ability to dispise bur-
dens and dismiss them.
He looked in the distance and saw the speck of
Animal running from the South toward him at the
end of the computer wilderness. Along the low hard
sand he watched this figure moving untill Animal was
near him.
Animal watched the black haired fair skin man
turn his eyes away. He decided to go over to him,
and let his legs go into the slumber of a jog.
Through the night Jaugeline had been a rainbow
of lights in the clubs of colors oppositely perfected,
from the moon. Silver dress and silver hair pass-
ing like a transparent ghost within the dens of
scotch. Now in the morning her virtue had changed