Bludgeoning
      Thoughts
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Oh,
      to
      be
      forsaken
      by
      the
      gods
      in
     
     
      which
      I
      do
      not
      believe;
     
     
      To
      be
      one
      of,
      not
      of
      one;
     
    

    
     
      To
      be
      myself,
      rather
      than
      the
     
     
      self
      belonging
      to
      me;
     
    

    
     
      To
      be
      answered,
      without
      pos-
     
    

    
     
      ing
      questions
      beforehand;
     
    

    
     
      To
      be
      seen
      without
      being
     
    

    
     
      there,
      instead
      of
      being
     
    

    
     
      there
      without
      being
      seen;
     
    

    
     
      To
      die
      without
      living,
      to
     
    

    
     
      give
      up
      trying,
      to
      quit
     
    

    
     
      Starting...
     
    
   
   
    
     
      No.
      That
      would
      be
     
     
      unbecoming
      of
      the
     
     
      Cie
      Lt
      Berit
     
     
      unbelonging
      to
     
    

    
     
      me.
     
    

    
     
      "All
      for
      the
     
    

    
     
      cause.’’
      No
     
    

    
     
      room
      for
      mis-
     
     
      takes.
      Can’t
     
     
      turn
      back.
     
     
      --
      J.
      Jones
     
    
   
   
    
     
      One
      Stoned
      Night
      —
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Brown,
      Blue,
      Yellow
     
    

    
     
      We
      all
      take
      them
      for
      granted,
     
     
      but
      no,
      yes
     
    

    
     
      I'll
      be
      that
      guy.
     
    

    
     
      That's
      who
     
    

    
     
      ya
      him,
     
    

    
     
      he
      hurt
      the
      dog.
     
    

    
     
      I
      saw
      the
      fur
      fly.
     
    

    
     
      When
      I
      fell
      the
      pavement
      was
     
     
      dry,
     
    

    
     
      and
      the
      dirt
      was
      tasty.
     
    

    
     
      Chew,
      chew,
      grind,
     
    

    
     
      no
      taste,
      but
      good
      non-the-less.
     
     
      Time
      flicks,
      life
      goes,
     
    

    
     
      I
      walk,
     
    

    
     
      you
      Stay.
     
    

    
     
      --
      T.
      Robertson
     
    
   
   
    
     
         
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
        
     
    
   
   
    
     
      |
      (grasps
      the
      cobble
      stones.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      each
      eternal
      step
      taken.
     
     
      This
      path
      have
      |
      walked
      before.
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      |
      Vampire
      »
     
    
   
   
    
     
      he
      click
      of
      my
      shoes
      with
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      COMING
      SOON
      TO
      THE
      BARN...
     
    
   
   
    
     
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      KELLY
     
    
   
   
    
     
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      23RD
     
     
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      NOW
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      AT
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      BY
     
     
      ALEY
     
    
   
   
    
     
        
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
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      Navember
      8,
      1994