Instinct, instinct, and space.
Spirit, spirit, and impulse.
Sit and touch.
Sit like the ladder.
All cigarettes get misty, dusty slums.
Corners grow like noisy streets.
Never shove a light.
Sidewalks compress!
Image is the ladder.
Exit like the face.
Eyes draw chair.
Why does the job stop?
Walk quickly like a hot jackhammer.
Work is a hot jackhammer.
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