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canto 25.06.05.100

the bald man the bald man in the Celtics jacket said still a free country, aint it? the bald man thought it over and then laughed, a humorless double ha-ha the bald man stopped the bald man had some of the characteristics of an unexploded grenade the bald man looked reasonable wouldn't want to be ya the bald man replied, unsmiling the bald guy was now only a shape merged with the shadows

canto 25.06.06.101

this is it the wrack of clouds and smoke the spectacle of illuminated moonlight

a smoking hole in the ground deja vu at its disorienting worst

canto 25.06.07.102 (sijo #2, i think)

there was a pleasant smell of furniture polish and leather, the whisper of something, there and gone, in the daylight;      no way of knowing the rat was out of its cage, running and biting

canto 25.06.08.103 (cantoku #17)

harsh, unsparing pink color only a child could bottle

King, Stephen. Cell. New York; Pocket Star, 2006. Print. pp. 87-99.