Flies from PUNCH DRUNK by Don Chambers

Always a bad start to a day, face first in the sandbar, I don't fear the sharks but they outnumber us, waking up with scabs and a skeleton's hangover, this is apocryphal, most boring, you face is oddly silent, He had nothing to shake his fist at, the flies around your speech are winded from staying aloft.Even without words it's time to be hungry, time to devour the restless and the young unknown apostles , their posture does not feed your imagination - lean back, coins fall from your brown fingertips, everyone's a relativist, I will grow baser instincts that I can better think, yeah it sounds like, the end of the day for poorly trained door installers, He had nothing to shake his fist at, the flies around your speech are winded from staying aloft

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