Luyện nghe bài hát VISIT OF AN AMERICAN POET v 1

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

MES, overlapping voice 1 from 4: Thus began the slow palaver, subtle and almost unconscious in this loss of identity. (Running and growling through the 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 love brought up in violence and drunkeness? Why am I depressed? Work endless, endless no reward, 5,000 I'm owed. Music, music I belong to music. Why are there so many shit people in music?

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

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

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

To explain, to begin,
The soft leaves (of Massachussets)
The visitation place outside Salem
A dolphin restaurant, the tasted peculiar
It was (orson?awesome)
Daniels rubbish in a room beneath a gospel group from thick from Atlanta
that shower off
Pure A&R man in same motel
At dawn is a knock at the door
It is from salem the poet it is the second

Act 2

I now had a bubbling black large plate
SF type of problems at my gate
Purple squid less of pink and that thing on the left wriggling
Small
Behind right upper motel balconey was a poet teacher and dressed
Remember before five view points
even step out of the house
Frisco I was in
gain
Thompson (type a visit) number two
Second seizure in hotel
Excitement on face gut wrench
Cat odour acid smell
(Corn bubbly) the smell of hallucinating delusional
When mixed with a stuff of dear family doctor
New monthly
Spreadeagled in
Come up for the third visit
That was in the
The visit of an poet
Gothic green goblin
Cast her my first mistake
Let her into the in Frisco
(Where the baby green baby green to Paris) - (.. .. plain ceilings) underneath a harassment action taken 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
left their task's to confuse enemy horses and vehicles hotel motel -- and baby crap
Atlanta religious group upstairs melted ceiling and baby crap brown drift bubbled ceiling -- (my minds snapping)
Surprise visit was the second
Visit of second
You were so smith you
(This eventually) had clean shaven your mind a light pink scarlet smooth recepticle -- the second visit because at times you forgot - mentall illness is infectious theory