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False Eyelash in Maria's Transmission
False Eyelash in Maria's Transmission

maria-she's mexican-but she's american as Howling Wolf -"my worried mind, it annoys me! i cant take my rest! i'm disgusting!" says her brother, who sneaks across the border & gets drunk on skinny whores & Turkish gas-"maria needs a shot" says King Villager "she needs a shot of a very bored God"-the rest of the villagers sing a song that sounds like "oh the days of forty-nine" in a Welsh accent & Adlai Stevenson starting a riot on the mountaintop ...maria once nailed coffins for a living-"i will bust a plateglass window over Adlai Stevenson's head! " says her brother very drunk on Turkish gas "i will prove to him that he too is a masochist-i shall make him bend like a woman & wish he was on a freight train to Frisco"-a marine with his finger nibbled-josephine-whose grandfather died at Shiloh stabbed maria once & hid her clothes-she was arrested on an incest charge ...King Villager, who is slowly dying of cancer, polishes his noisy beard now & mutters "cops progress-american monuments" & "nothing matters" maria has made love with a beggar recently-he was disguised in flamboyant tinfoil-they made it in ' a saddlebag-she can run a mile in 5 days point 9 & the traveling roadshow that comes thru the town once a year respects her for it ...maria's father lays dead on the hill-rich pimps-human it & civilization walk over his grave to show her that the mean business... she is not going on any goodwill tours this year-there is a false eyelash in her transmission..... there is not many places she can taste

this is my last letter-I've tried to please you, but i see now that you have too much on your mind-what you need is someone to flatter you-i would do that, but what would be the worth? after all, i need nothing from you-you are so much tied up in, though, that you have turned into a piece of hunger-while the mystics of the world jump in the sun, you have turned into a lampshade-if you're going to think, dont think about why people dont love each other-think about why they dont love themselves maybe then, you will begin to love them-if you have something to say, let me know, i'm just around the corner, located by the flight controls-take it easy & dont scratch too much-watch the green peppers & i think you've had enough popcorn-you're turning into an addict as i said, there's simply nothing i can give you excpt a simply-there is nothing i can take from you excpt a guilty conscience-i cant give nor take any habit... see you at the masquerade ball tormented water boy



[Table of Contents]
[Background] [Guns, the Falcon's...] [Having a Weird Drink...] [Ballad in Plain...] [On Busting the Sound...] [Thermometer Dropping] [Prelude to the Flatpick] [Maria on a Floating Barge] [Sand in the Mouth...] [Roping of the Madman's...] [Saying Hello to Unpublished...] [Forty Links of Chain] [Mouthfull of Loving...] [The Horse Race...] [Pocketful of Scoundrel] [Mr. Useless Says Goodbye...] [Advice to Tigers Brother] [On Watching the Riot...] [Hopeless and Maria Nowhere] [A Confederate Poke...] [Guitars Kissing...] [Advice to Hobo's Model] [A Blast of Loser...] [making love...] [Taste of Shotgun] [Mae West Stomp] [Black Nite Crash] [Hostile Black Nite Crash] [Unresponsible Black Nite Crash] [Electric Black Nite Crash] [Somebody's Black Nite Crash] [Seems Like a Black Nite Crash] [Chug a Lug...] [Paradise, Skid Row...] [Sacred Cracked Voice...] [Flunking the Propoganda...] [Ape on Sunday] [Cowboy Angel Blues] [I Found the Piano Player...] [The Vandals Took the Handles] [A Sheriff in the Machinery] [False Eyelash...] [Al Araaf...]

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