When I while all are sleeping and the alley cats have long left their echos off the walls and the moon is a great pale hole in the back blanket of life far above anything known or seen when I in my beach house castle undress without owning curtains for my great windows scratching and farting aloud singing to myself about the lonely how much sadness I love and loathe born to be lonely When I am best so! Admiring my pot belly in the night sky with muscles and ligaments looking out the window feeling the air on my skin

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