Henry Hankovitch, con guítar, did a short Zen pray, on his tatami in a relaxed lotos fixin his mind on nuffin, rose-blue breasts, and gave his parnel one French kiss; enslaving himself he withdrew from his blue Florentine leather case an Egyptian black & flickt a zippo. Henry & Phoebe happy as cockroaches in the world-kitchen woofed, with all away. The International flame, like despair, rose or like the foolish Paks or Sudanese Henry Hankovitch, con guítar, did a praying mantis pray who even more obviously than the increasingly fanatical Americans cannot govern themselves. Swedes don't exist, Scandanavians in general do not exist, take it from there.
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