Thomas Lowe Taylor -- BLOUIE

sat nite holitude

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lord's alte (late) light
stult, nix pass.
HERE, the slight of them
hanking in the mist.

this replude, nix nee pinter
i've had enough shit
for two lifetimes
n thnsm

chasm spasm

the narker spud
his own repunto

laid out and flat

the morning AAAfter
you sd helo
fuck shit
and thensm

eyem a former shoe
yr light plenty skated
in flux in tremor in
light

sharp sudden plenter
planter (sudden roses

emist'd

like
why role it out
when a pinnance
will do?
as pinner w/a small joint
like a pin

spilled communicado
nonetheless
do