`NO VISITORS` I thumb the roller to and leans against the door. Comfortable in my horseblanket I prop on the costly bed & dream of my wife, my first wife, and my second wife & my son. Insulting, they put guardrails up, as if it were a crib! I growl at the head nurse; we compose on one. I have been operating from nothing, like a dog after its tail more slowly, losing altitude. Nitid. They are shooting me full of sings. I give no rules. Write as short as you can, in order, of what matters. I think of my beloved poet Issa & his father who sat down on the grass and took leave of each other.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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