they aint,i tell you,sir and madam. paint.
with kind profundity's arodytetea, i do not give this to you.
recognize a routine internally,do not seek one peacefully
harmonize with yr ass.
and proceed.read
abstraction. forest time
and figure lines the tree's space.
and do not quibble words into visuals.
thunder aint light. and gee 8tch aint a convention.
not do read eye
touch wet words
write brush peruse
and the shipment aint worth nuthin but the thing that launched it
aint worth a thousand type faces
or smelly fish or
fruitless rhymeless
returns page breaks the surface