Martin – A Fluxus Style Chance Poem

seems to have made a few verbal changes through his ankle, exactly similar.

Re-settling them on

an unquestioning pair of shoulders, the annihilation of a nation however, back to the table, the future or the dark-haired girl from the what had happened, and in which one becomes aware of facts and ideas which to him, molehill here and coming towards him across long  interval of peace during his bomb had fallen altered,

the eyes could give you away dear. Was perfectly possible. He had been suspected of countless hysterical and heretical tendencies. The records too much. But to tell him with a damned impersonal screen, is the definitive and final third edition, they’re good enough, prefer to stick together and though, throughout time and space he had the face which all humanity and life everywhere had burst from not knowing at what he was supposing and that was it for before then there had been the past not only changed, down regular as said Martin and the point is, a cat o’ nine tails. A fireplace roars, as he leans across to check multitudes of ravenous people. Remember this. Know yours.