run boy run.

run boy run.

       so keep on running. and, and no one will catch me. reach the end of my block then the next, and eventually will be away from every thing. up on my mountain top with zarathustra, and all the other fugitives in exile away from the pollution, people, and noise.

11.19.02.

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