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EveryBody has got to be somebody sometime. EveryBody has got to be somewhere sometime. Hillsides glens dales oasis clear spaces forests parks lost waysides lost wilderness. Try to go and place a place at park place is taken they will come they will tag your door they will tell you to move on you cannot stay you cannot come they want the pristene chapels to be precondtioning they mark the trail they flag the corners of the new instigations they investigate the caverns. They asked me where was eye located in a tent just in a tent or a house like they was really interested. Hide in a well or just go and hide well they really have a problem with that free word dwell. Even iff even or even with even more. Four or fourty miles away they send in heliocoppers they repel down the hill to get you away from them places to stay all them wonderful free places to stay are just wrong for the throngs. Running in place with a white sheet upon a young Casper with eye holes so to see who to flee from. Not warm enought clothing needs to be at least manufactured sown buttoned up and zippered. Cover me with lots of snow to putt off building too put off go eye do not wish to travel now in winter wait till spring has come the snow must cover me must cover me till when the dislocation finally comes. Real life imitation art the snow is falling now its almost whiteouting the final pinal solution for mye Sunday coming down too hard the rain in Spain falls mainly on the Plain old snow reverberate again. Like a white pussy cat all covered with sooting. DisLocaTioned