Luyện nghe bài hát VISIT OF AN AMERICAN POET v 1

Visit of an Poet characters

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

MES, overlapping 1 from 4: Thus began 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 room with access to all in San

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? 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 about Mark, Mark told me a story the visitation of an
American poet. She came 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 him a hostage in his own house
Mark was being fucking, and fucking black ------ in his own

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

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

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

Act 2

I now had a bubbling black large seafood
SF type of problems at my gate
Purple squid of pink and what's that thing on the left wriggling
irritant
Behind right upper motel balconey was a poet teacher and dressed
that before five view points
Would step out of the house
Frisco I was in
gain
Thompson (type held a visit) two
visitation seizure in hotel
Excitement on face gut hospital
Cat odour acid smell
(Corn bubbly) it's the smell of hallucinating
When mixed a prescrip stuff of dear family doctor
New alias
Spreadeagled in
Come up soon for the third
was in the future
The visit of an poet
Gothic green goblin
her adrift my first mistake
Let her into the motel in
(Where the baby green crap 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 - the main (and famous?infamous) body
what's left task's to confuse enemy horses and vehicles hotel motel -- and baby crap
religious group upstairs melted ceiling and baby crap brown coloured drift bubbled ceiling -- (my minds snapping)
Surprise visit this was the
of second pincer
You so stupid smith you
(This eventually) had clean shaven your mind into a light pink scarlet smooth recepticle -- the second visit because at times you forgot - mentall illness is infectious