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SpringUpon arriving, we set about noting down the songs we heard. Those who did not have their heads buried in the missives of Spring's work were often to be found singing such melodies in a low-throat fashion:

Trix

Bring your own damn brunt – what message to hear.The season has finally come and limbs are all but ached out. Allmatched to donate;

riled up & kicking at the chain-link, for suddenly there's out crops to be gathered.

The carbon banding has grown in thickness, another year stands marking off.

All winter's been talk of great projects excavated, now left unchallenged so long, date runs doggedly into another.

All money is mere fuckery & of plangent sense; side lines of gore or stats to fanfare; oblique & prosperous, good work & assemblies of trembling.

It's a grub situate to be certain: tumbled & talking suddenly clear.

Taken from cue-cards found left at the wedding reception of a local business-man. There seems no way of confirming whether Blart was in attendance, however the implication seems to be that he had prepared a form of after-dinner speech or toast:

Mistah Blart

for I am the company man; go on to assume the elements as mutually exclusive. Eluding the historic aim of the cockle gatherers and their struggle to hit the marks, the top notes. The fearful exercise of preference is tantric or looping in its scope, like the stars are

piecemeal to your services, indeed of this I say as much, for I am the company man. Tantalizing tastes of wealth will confuse or alter the easy way, in the final year you'll hunger for who'll be something of a preacher or a frankly disdainful, complacent shores and expanding production lead in rushed tides, they come about again again, bone hunger just what complicates the raw form. Richie got clapped out amongst all the conferences of

issue; what a world & what a show.

To The Earliest Kid

Be frank, that axis carried no moral tonnage:me & the lagoon kid form coalitionsevery-time there's dishes to be scrubbed.Way ahead with the schedules, richwith counter product & deep thought.Think of the thin edges to their meaty chopsof rhetoric, every trick has been turned outto lead one heart & mind but not yo' own.