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Monday, February 25, 2008

Confessional



Confess confess confess...
1000 confessions to light a 1000
Catholic candles
and one good howl
to blow them all out
I confess I sometimes drink to much
Some times I don't drink enough
I confess I have a time or two
Passed out with a silly stoic
Indian grin
I confess I try and keep other Indians from doing
The same
I confess that I am a hypocrite
I confess I invented the silly stoic face
For a reason

and I do confess
that two-thirds of the time
I am the nicest killer
you'll ever meet
but that one third
I am the demon I am so comfortable being
not a monster mind you
being a monster is easy
a demon is a monster
that everyone thinks is human

I do confess
that I carry a handful of change
in my front pocket
so that normal people
can hear me walking behind them
it's hard sometimes
to not spook sheep

I do confess
that emotions
have never been helpful
I love like love
is a theoretical experiment
I remember 1000 sunsets
But only twice
When DAD was said I
Was a good son
family
it is genetic soup
that forgets your birthday every year
I have reasons for remembering this

I do confess
the never thought to myself
as human
I never thought I was from
This planet
Nor do I think I am from else where
I just happened one day
And no one thought to stop it

I confess I feel closer to
Charles bukowski , Virgil,
Dorothy parker , and Pablo neruda
Then I do to my closest friends
I confess the preceding line is
False two thirds of the time

I do confess
I do not have a home
to go back to

I do confess
these things rarely bother me

I confess I confess I confess
1000 confessions
to light 1000 Catholic candles
to make the night seemed less dark
and one good howl ruins the illusion

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crowpsalms

Crow psalms

Part 1
when I lay my head down
I always want to dream revelations

But it always and psalms or something from Luke

Oh Lord why must everything have biblical significance



Part 2
every breath I take I know
brings me closer to my last
so I hold it in as long as I can
and feel like an 8-year-old
so I guess my theory holds promise



Part 3
with names like Superman spider man
the fantastic four and wonder woman
how can comic book heroes not be heroic
but with names like Harriet Tubman
Rose Parks and Wilma Mankiller
how do every day people ever find the courage

How can comic book logic be so fallible



Part 4
if Superman were real and Republican
we all be fucked so I pray to a god
that I know votes liberal
that never happens



Part 5
I have never seen a supermarket
in any comic book I've ever read
but I've seen Superman's underwear
seven times and I think these things are related



Part 6
a recently bought a Crow to find out
how far away things are in the country
this has not improved my life in any way



Part 7
I've seen a murder of 16 Crow
17th in the middle squawking
and dancing dancing and squawking
until the 16 tore the 17th apart
bloody feathers floated down for hours
and I thought to myself god I love poets
but I don't know why



Part 8
I have 42 sea chanteys in my head
I used to have 68 but I threw 26
overboard with the ironic knowledge
that none of them could swim



Part 9
God bless the third cup of sake'
that brings the universe into focus
damn the fourth that makes it fuzzy again



Part 10
bless the Republicans for giving liberals
a reason to be paranoid
and bless Bill Clinton
for being everything the right has ever wanted in a president



Part 11
bless Gregory Corso wherever he may be



Part 12
the best stuff in the world is addictive
and I have to wonder if God is a cult figure head




Part 13
if it's true that you are what you eat
than I've been chewing on cavemen
for about three years now



Part 14
the true meaning of words
is made up of equal parts
sound and silence
you can never say nothing
because saying nothing always tells
something to someone who's listening



Part 15
I can tell you the man who said
I'm death destroyer worlds was definitely
not an Indian




Part 16
I have two small black holes
one in each of my hands
when I relax my grip
they swallow everything I love
someone needs to work out the equations
for me
some kind of unified field theory of emotions
no one has dared my event horizon
in some time now




Part 17
the only difference between angels
and demons is the color of their wings
so here is a paint brush
go make as many angels as you can



Put 18
to the sound was the rat ta tat bang rat ta tat
of bad neighborhoods and restless natives
the sound was a drunken book of psalms
it was a Crow lying to a raven
it was a sound of angels falling



Part 19
a 5 year old with teretes syndrome
is just wrong... But really funny



Part 20
You tell me every time you see me
you really are magic
and I always say
no dear it's all just parlor tricks
slight of hand
store bought miracles
half price Houdini
mystical bull shit
but you never believe me
I honestly don't know what it takes
to under whelm you




Part 21
Where I have walked
I have done so
over the heads of men
over the heads of kings
over the heads of God's
I'm humble
like a Buddhist monk





Part 22
Don't take me to seriously
because I know if you take me to seriously
you'll probably take each other to seriously
and if you take each other to seriously
you'll probably take yourself to seriously
and if you take yourself to seriously
you'll probably take God to seriously

and he really hates that

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Friday, February 22, 2008

killer whale tank

Killer whale tank
(2 old friends meet for the first time)

there was one
and there was another
walking down the same street
till they came face to face
and
one said to the other
you punk or prep

and the other said neither
I'm a Lou Reed song
experiencing itself without accompaniment
and one said to the other
if you found an angels severed head
what would you do with it
easy the other said wear it like a hat
with a pair of shades to the next poetry reading
has a homage to Uncle Ginsburg

one said to the other
I see us as

Mixed media gargoyles
under a primal moon
watching the rain fall in each other's monstrous eyes
pretending we don't see tears

I see us as neither
the beauty nor the beast
but as the words that move
beauty in the heart of the beast...and vice versa
I see us as
the junkies of irony
the addicts of ink
not the heroes of poem and song
but the prostitutes of tragedies

and the other said so...
what you are saying
is that we aren't the cigarettes nor the lips
we are the smoke
and perhaps the breath
are you saying that we aren't the Nativity scene
on the mantle at Christmas
but the memory sometime in January of where it used to be
we aren't characters in a Shakespearean play
but the actors after the makeup is rubbed off and the theater closed
are you saying that we
are a pair of mixed media gargoyles
under a primal moon
standing in the rain
and the other said
do you know a better time to cry

then the two walked together down the street
their foot falls echoing an ancient and primal rhythm
beat and counter beat

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my heros

All my heroes killed cowboys


If you have never seen me at a pow wow
clean shaven hair braided standing by a cotton wood drum
head back mouth open singing
then you have truly missed a spectacular site

O, ha le Shi chle ha da hi yago nini ya O, ha le

yes Geronimo I remember my last pow wow too
it was when
Grand father told me
to talk like a man
to smile like Indian
the laugh like a warrior
to sing like a Apache
and to dance like Geronimo

and Geronimo killed Cowboys what more do you need in a hero

Geronimo and I had a lot in common

San Carlos is where we both grew up
the blood in Geronimo's veins
is the same it boils up behind my eyes
and causes that certain heat expelled between clinched teeth
the death of Geronimo's grandfather
affected him more than he ever knew
being buried at Ft. Sill Okalahoma
Geronimo can never go home to San Carlos again
neither can I

and he killed Cowboys
what more do you need any hero

I smoked two packs of cigarettes
standing at a grave
telling Geronimo all this
and I told him...
About a black man from Chicago
who told me had some Cherokee in him
and I thought
Chief Mankiller must be beside herself with pride
to know that her tribe stretches
all the way from the reservation
to the ghetto where the commodity foods
taste just the same and the government checks
buy just as little
I told Geronimo
but I was beat every day of my life
until me and a baseball bat had a conversation
with four little Indian boys
didn't have nightmares for years
after that only got beat once twice a week
I told him around Indians I am Indian
around whites I am white
around friends I am both and neither
I told him a lot
40 cigarettes and a dead Indian
that's Apache for group therapy

Geronimo killed Cowboys
what more do you need in a hero

Geronimo could shoot further
and see straighter than anyone
Geronimo could out think chess masters
Geronimo could take it to the hole
like Michael Jordan and dunk on anyone
and like Victor's father said Geronimo could fly
like some aboriginal angel with wings made out of TV dinner trays
Geronimo could see through time
Geronimo could out dance Michael Flatly
out sing Celine Dion
out laugh the joker
out smile the Cheshire cat
out speak Henry Rollins
and he killed Cowboys
and when I spoke he listened
and I believe he was the only one to understand
what more do you need in a hero
Shi chle ha da hi yago nini ya
"Above the clouds I still fly

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reggie
Category: Writing and Poetry

written in 1999 September
after the Chicago NPS






For Reggie Gibson

in Chicago I found the answer to eternal question
folks God is a blues man
God is a massi` poet
God is a black man
God was at the national poetry slam
God made semi finals
so did I

outside smoking
a man said to me
tonight you'll be performing
amongst angels and Gods
ghosts whose metaphors float
down over the audiences head
like Monarch butterflies
migrating from beauty to truth
and landing on the minds eye
of worlds so different
you have to experience them to understand them
and that's what they do
these angels and God's of poetry
make you experience
now what do you and your hat think you're going to do
here tonight
I said I didn't even want to be here
I wanted to come and bask in the light of this poetry
not stand on the sun
the man Smoking like an X-Files character
and said "humility, interesting trait for a poet"

Backstage I met the blues man
met the massi` I met a poet man
I met God
he just walked right up to me
just walked right up all Godlike
and just started talking
God said to me
"what's up with that shit around your neck"
"turquoise and Buffalo horn" I said
"religious"? God asks "yeah I guess"
"good" he said
Warriors of words should always have adornment
good luck tonight with that he left

I stood there thinking
that man has a higher purpose
that man is enlightened
he is God, he is Buddha, he is
wait,
I'm here because I am a poet
I'm here because someone somewhere sees me
as God like
I felt at that moment I could topple even gods and angels
my brother once said to me
"when you meet Buddha on the road.....kill him"
I was going to beat God I was going to kill the blues man
I stepped on the stage gave my best one two combination
but before I thought I was even finished
a Monarch butterfly landed on my forehead knocking me out cold
and all I saw was God staring down repeating
maybe next year son maybe next year
beyond God were stars, billions of stars
,and I really heard the blues

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Tuesday, December 04, 2007

letter

Dear Bush,

just though you should know , I also have the knowledge to

make nuclear bombs( I read a lot) . I fully do not intend to use said knowledge under current circumstances

as I feel no need .I have always had good trade ties and in general consider myself an ally of the U.S.

i am not a danger to U.S. so do not feel you need to sanction or invade me

the only oil i have is a few quarts of 30 weight in the garage (help your self if you need it)

Just thought you would want all the info on my nuclear program thank you for your time

P. S. how would i go about proposing a legislature bill that states "if you can't correctly pronounce the name of

the contry you want to bomb , then your not allowed to bomb them"

your freind in war

lordofthevines

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Thursday, August 03, 2006

Buddha Boozing...
Current mood: rainsoaked

Wisdom spilled by a barstool Buddha

Or 100 ways to fail a sobriety test.

 

 

drunk ramblings Collected by -natawn

 

 

 

 

1. Schizophrenic Clothing.

 

2. We petted Burroughs's cats, If I eat him I will have his powers.

 

3. When I woke up in the morning, what is the last thing I didn't want to do?

Surgery. Now, look at me.

 

4. You've got to try different positions that's what makes it all worth it.

 

5. Silly biped, I don't play those games. Your stick isn't worth my slobber.

 

6. My feet are frostbitten and my face is sweating cats and dogs.

 

7. A lollipop with a broken neck. How sad.

 

8. They tried the airborne before, in World War 1, but, they forgot the parachutes.

They found out that skinny 18 year olds only kill small children.

 

9. Beethoven. He's a gateway composer.

 

10. I want you to lick peanut butter off my testicles. Oh wait, did I say that out loud?

 

11. Sorry, I was thinking about my penis. I thought you said, "Can I see it?" It threw me off.

 

12. I could break bricks with this guy's stupidity.

 

13. Oh great. Another fucking sun.

 

14. You know what? I need to learn voodoo and acupuncture. So that I can heal you without ever leaving the house.

 

15. That's what they call the haircut effect. You get your haircut in LA and in Brazil the weather changes

16. "I thought you were more Odin than Thor?"

(LotV) Yeah, but I don't have two crows to go and kill for me, that takes a lot of training. Does it look like I have the time?

 

17. "You are close."

(LotV) No, I'm correct. I have a lot of free time.

 

18. A Kukari (a Nepalese knife) is war crime in the right hands.

 

19. Enlightenment. $19.95. Batteries not included.

 

20. You don't have to have content when you've got guns.

 

21. New Wave Hookers 4 is a loose interpretation of The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. (uttered a full year before the movie)

 

22. That's how geeks procreate. Through email.

 

23. We have needles and corn syrup if you're really serious about that sugar high.

 

24. I expect more from the yo-yo, than the yo-yo expects of me.

 

25. We could make you a sourdough suit, right now.

 

26. I'm going to go into the voting booth and blow my head off with a shotgun.

"This is who I vote for!" *Bakaboom*

At least then you would know where I stand on the issues.

 

27. Oh my god, he's made swords out of his own shit.

 

28. I'm snorting vodka here. Leave me alone.

 

29. Outies are a bad thing for anything, but, nipples.

 

30. When, I die I want my penis cremated and flown over the Virgin Islands because I love irony that much. Also, because it will fulfill the prophecy. Finally, I can prove them all wrong

31. He obviously thinks he has a theme song.

 

32. It's God. Cockfighting.

 

33. The sandwich made him into a mime.

 

34. Cthulu loves you. The way you love a salad bar.

 

35. Demons shoot up the cream from Twinkies. It's demon heroin.

 

36. Man, Jedi hazing sucks. They're all Kooky. We were locked in nipple combat from across the room.

 

37. It's a new sport: blow gun tattoos.

 

38. The cat needs a pocket knife hysterectomy. Of course, I don't know what I'm doing.

 

39. Right hand reverse grip crayon style.

It's a bunny!

 

40.(LotV) When, I had gall bladder surgery they forgot the anesthesia and

they went through my ass.

"You have a bad doctor."

(LotV) No, I have a doctor that used to be a stunt man.

 

41. He with the blue hair shall be made fun of.

 

42. Did you ever thing of the connection between clowns and punkers?

There is a thing line between them and it's easy to cross.

Now, I'm not talking about those birthday party motherfuckers. I'm talking about the circus fuckers. The ones that have gone to every single small backwoods town in America. The ones who wake up every morning with a bottle of whisky to their lips. They are the most been everywhere and seen anything motherfuckers on the planet.

 

I bet you could put one of them in a bar in a drinking contest against any hardcore punker in the world. And the clown will out drink him every time.

 

"It's true."

 

43. A girl who screams, "I'm cumming. I'm cumming!" Isn't.

It's when she goes, " I'm um-uh-uh- OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Who is.

The best ones are when only her heels and her head are touching the bed.

Everything else is just arched. I'm expecting a bunch romans to come build an aqueduct out of her.

 

44. You'll know I've lost it when I do a 30-minute show, and by the end of it everyone in the audience is dead.

 

45. I'd Dutch inhale but I'd have to take my pants off for that. It's kind of like the gay frontal sex of smoking

46. You've got an irony deficiency.

 

47. You would have been more subtle if you'd thrown something at his head and exposed your tits.

 

48. You know what's impressive: Smoking through your nose.

 

49. The only good thing about GymKata is that you can have a washed up gymnast who kick the shit out of insane people with the right props.

 

50. When you register Republican you have to start eating baby food because they remove your colon.

 

51. Humans are so easy sometimes.

 

52. "I'm going to the restroom."

(LotV) Well, I'm going to shot-put the cat for distance.

 

53. Hairspray was invented to keep drunk samurai's top knots askew.

 

54. I was chewing on a live pig head and skullfucking a baby and I'm still a martyr.

That's what I get for dying in a flood? Are you serious. You gotta love Islam.

 

55. Do you have no skills? Are you ugly? Do you want to join a cult?

 

56. Legolas was a fag.

 

57. Nothing says manly like a dress and jackboots.

 

58. I just thought of the coolest thing to have in my back yard: A giant stone Buddha. Just to have Mexicans come by and light candles.

You all are Catholics aren't you? You do know who that is don't you?

"Yeah, it's okay. We are Catholics. He's saint something or other. There are a lot of them you know."

 

59. Did you know that people looking at people not looking is becoming a national epidemic?

 

60. You have to be a stage 3 Guild Navigator to understand the things contained in this notebook

61. Be careful the claws come out when she's in the mommy place.

 

62. Even the girls in this guy's fantasies can't suck dick very well.

 

63. With you and George Michael as my witness, I will never be hungry again.

 

64. (LotV) Whatever kittens we don't sell we'll be frying up.

"Your a monster."

(LotV) No, I've been to Mexico City. And I mean the bad parts.

 

65. 300 years ago you used to have to kill your sheep. Now, cow comes at McDonalds.

Humans have become to separated from their food source. That's why I have a problem with vegetarians.

 

66. Being able to turn people into pretzels sitting down is better than not being able to turn people into pretzels at all.

 

67. He's an English tea time killer.

 

68. We must baptize this moment in the fire of our water. Trust me I know how to do this. I've fucked a dead girl before.

 

69. You have to practice to be that gay. He said 6 words and 5 of them had 3 S's in them. I didn't know no had an 'S' in it at all.

 

70. Sorry, I was Lord of the Vibing Lord of the Vibes. I'm sorry it takes awhile. Being a verb makes things more complicated.

 

71. Your exploding young college girls. That's not girl power.

 

72. Stop your whining and eat the big blue cock of death.

 

73. Water. Fish. I've got it. Can we move to 2 2= chair. Apparently it's time for statements from the fucking "duh" universe.

 

74. I started making remarks about anal sex. She said I was disgusting. So I said, You've never been fucked hard in a jail cell before have you? You get good traction with those bars. You can really push back.

 

75. A redneck with a loaded weapon in the woods and he didn't shoot something. This must be fiction.

 

76. Remember the good book says there shall be no apocalypses before mine.

 

77. Whenever you are reading Burroughs and going "Man, this is really boring." Wait, the heroin will kick in soon. Wait, there it is.

 

78. The world works in mysterious ways, usually in E flat minor.

 

79. Give me a bag of flour and a blowtorch and I'll make you a pizza.

 

80. Can you stop killing yourself so others can drink?

 

81. I truly became a Buddhist while dating a vegetarian. Once I had a double cheese and bacon whopper and she took it and tossed it in the trash and went, "here's a Boca burger."

No. No. No. I wanted a whopper damnit. Don't ever hand me a Boca burger as if it tastes exactly the same. But, I got my first true Buddhist lesson when she tried to serve me Fakon as if it were bacon. I looked at her and took the plate. I started chewing it and screamed, "All life is suffering and this clinches it."

 

82. Assimilation is not tit oriented.

 

83. If you can talk your parents into not using birth control you can have a little brother by morning. If your Catholic this should be easy.

 

84. I'm pissing as if I've a tsunami in my bladder.

 

85. You can have more rum if you can ask for it without slurring.

 

86. It's not the size of your moon that counts. It's how full it is.

 

87. Nothing is better than a fire enema.

 

88. We all can't have Paul Newman as our guardian angel. Mine is Horschach from Welcome Back, Kotter. And boy is that annoying. Whenever I ask, " Does anyone know what I should do?" He always raises his hand and starts making Ooh Ooh noises.

 

89. If your going to be an asshole, don't be an idiot.

 

90. Pussycat, you're codependent.

 

91. If your so hungry go out and hunt. You are your own fast food franchise.

 

 

92. I'd do the laying on of hands the way they do them in China, but it'd look like I'm killing you.

 

93. Death awaits you on little mechanical legs.

 

94. I want to/ oh kohshaka oh kahshaka/ and party every noche. That's like 3 continents in one chorus.

 

95. He can't count to 4 the same way twice and he couldn't find a hippie if he tried to piss on one.

 

96. My guns go to eleven.

 

97. Anyone who lives in Moore, Oklahoma. Well, you live in the new Sodom and Gomorrah because every 3 years god takes his finger and goes, "fuck you!"

 

98. "That's all we've got as Americans is to keep the guy happy enough to not beat his wife."

(LotV) Oh, I see you're playing by the rules.

 

99. "You can never have too many Buddha's."

(LotV) Yeah, you can never have too many false idols.

 

100. You must spend all your time staring at a wall.

 

"

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Tuesday, July 25, 2006

two of my favs

A recipe for getting over it

a whiff of cognac, just enough to whet the appetite

and maybe a wee bit of sherry

oh look, Rum lots of rum

couple of airplane bottles of Jack

a little hair of the dog

cooking wine, whatever, whatever's around

cigarettes

2 cups boiling water

1-1/2 cups cracked wheat

3 tbsp shortening

2 tbsp honey

1 tbsp salt

2 packets active dry yeast

2/3 cup warm water

4 cups stone-ground wheat flour

1 cup--oh, who gives a fuck, really?

3/4 cup quick cooking oats

1/2 cup wheat germ

Consume first 6 ingredients. In large bowl, pour boiling water over cracked wheat and stir, singing "High Hopes" at the top of your lungs. Stir in shortening, honey and salt; fumble for a lighter. Sprinkle yeast into warm water; blink; add to cracked wheat mixture. Light the wrong end of a cigarette. Swaying slightly, stir in 3 cups (750 mL!) flour. Try to remember to stir in oh--who gives a fuck, anyway?, oats and wheat germ. Giggling uncontrollably, mix almost too well and cover bowl with damp cloth. Pass out, about 1 hour, until doubled in bulk. Call and hang up on a few old girl friends. On floured surface, poke clumsily at the dough, cursing angrily. Blend in as much of remaining flour as you can find after stumbling aimlessly around the kitchen for 45 minutes. Divide dough in half and place in 2 greased pets. They never loved you anyway. Cover and let rise in warm place until the room spins and you have to pee really ,really bad. Bake in 350 F (180 C you asshole !) oven for 45 minutes or until pets are well browned and sound as hollow as promises when tapped. Makes 2 pets. As if anyone gives a damn.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Dream of Jeannie star Barbara Eden needs to get the fuck over it.

1 1/2 lbs green beans, ends trimmed

2 tbsp butter, spirit broken

1 clove garlic, hopes dashed

1 sweet red pepper, embittered

salt and pepper to give the illusion of meaning to a trite and purposeless existence.

1/4 cup toasted slivered almonds (required)

Humor the beans in a large pot of boiling salted water until tenderly optimistic, about 4 to 5 years. Dash their hopes and set aside. Reward the pot: add butter and fuck with over medium heat. Add garlic and red pepper strips; cook, mumbling erratically, until it's all just too damn sad, about 1 minute. Return the emotionally drained beans to the pot and stare vacantly until vegetables are pissed off and beans are near suicide. Season with salt and pepper and garnish with almonds, or not, doesn't really matter. Makes 6 to 8 servings more than you'll ever need.

Per 6 servings (no shit): 61 minutes closer to death, 2 psychotic episodes, 3.5 canned laughs, 7 days without a drink. Per 8 servings (shit): 46 hang ups, 1 valium, 3 interventions, 6 failed attempts at humor

This bean recipe is wonderful when paired with attention whoring.

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crap poem .2

Coffee poem

 

coffee

that's a good place to start

good image

black coffee

maybe in a white cup

sitting among books

ash tray half full

Rosary draped over the edge of cup

God tea

count a decant

take a sip

count another

take a sip

finish the prayer

and the tea

no effect

it seems God isn't water soluble

but coffee that's a good place to start

good image

White Cup

black coffee

good and evil

and God

if you drink the tea

you might stop the war

if you drink the coffee

you see God

in that thin oil spill on top

good strong image

good evil and God

 

while I talk to you over a hot cup of religion

good image

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Saturday, July 22, 2006

chew this

lets bomb them into the fucking stone age yep we all heard it before

and I ask < Does this help any civilization ? to have to start over again

to have to progress for stone to bronze to iron to steel to gas powered tools ?

I say bomb them back to the Renaissance, ya know the age of enlightenment

then they might rethink what got them in a war anyways and not do it ..just a thought

oh and how about a smart bomb the raises the IQ level in the radius of where its dropped

so all combatant would realize that fighting is silly

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