Luyện nghe bài hát VISIT OF AN AMERICAN POET v 1

Visit of an American characters

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(Salem, Frisco, Prestwich) Evil farce in three acts almost Rixish in its semi cold ridiculous scenario

MES, overlapping voice 1 from 4: Thus the slow palaver, subtle and almost unconscious in this loss of identity. (Running and growling through the back end of 94 to 98 the sixth) and now to explain.

And now for a message in a with access to all in San Francisco

Voice 2: Another crooked smile. Is music a disease? Or is it just living in these soap opera times. They all end up depressives obsessive about their deluded goal. Is this me? Is this everyone in every crap commerce? Everyone without brought up in violence and drunkeness? Why am I depressed? Work hard endless, endless no reward, 5,000 I'm owed. Music, music I belong to music. Why are there so many shit people in music?

Yeah this is Mark, Mark told me a story about the visitation of an
poet. She came round She came round.
into his arms She was she was nice..
(She was quite, a good girl)
But she had a nasty in her
She turned nasty and made him a in his own house
Mark was being fucking, and fucking black ------ in his own

(She had a knife) so she was a serious threat because she was an
Amerian
Then Karl Burns round and she went all nice and cheerful
She said to him, she said to him "Yeah Mark hell yeah, bring your mates in"
And Karl came in and Karl just wouldn't entertain woman at all
And Markl said "No, stay a Karl, stay a while" (kill the icicles)
Trying to put a message over to him
"Come on look don't you realise I'm in here I need you here,
I need you here, I need some support from me mate" and just
totally oblivious to said "Where's me money?.

MES: The visitation of an poet
Thus began a palaver subtle, unconscious in its loss of identity
and growing through the back end of the years '94 to '98 (to six and now)

To explain, to begin,
The soft leaves (of Massachussets)
The visitation took place outside
A dolphin restaurant, the fish tasted
It was (orson?awesome)
Daniels rubbish in a room a gospel group from bloody thick from Atlanta
Turn that off
Pure coincidence A&R man in motel
At dawn there is a at the door
It is from salem the it is the second visitation

Act 2

I now had a bubbling black large seafood
SF load of problems at my gate
Purple squid less of pink and what's that thing on the wriggling
Small
Behind right motel balconey was a poet teacher and dressed accordingly
Remember that before five view
Would even out of the house
Frisco I was in
Chain
Thompson (type a visit) number two
visitation seizure in hotel
Excitement on face gut wrench
Cat odour acid smell
(Corn bubbly) it's the smell of hallucinating
When with a prescrip stuff of dear family doctor
New alias
Spreadeagled in
Come up for the third visit
was in the future
The of an American poet
Gothic green gnome
Cast her adrift my first
Let her into the motel in
(Where the baby green crap baby green to Paris) - (.. .. plain ceilings) underneath a harassment action out by four eight troops visually ----ing 4 5 --- form Atlanta operating on the left and right flanks of the lobby - jetlag the main (and famous?infamous) body
what's left their task's to enemy horses and vehicles hotel motel -- and baby crap
Atlanta religious group upstairs melted ceiling and baby crap brown coloured drift bubbled -- (my minds snapping)
Surprise visit this was the
Visit of pincer
You were so stupid you
(This eventually) had clean shaven your mind into a light pink scarlet recepticle -- the second visit because at times you forgot - mentall illness is infectious theory