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By Jack Joseph Smith
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slow ‘timed’ red hazed’ dream of death, ag on thee shot
his heart was realistically stopped from pumpings
"Well fellows, shall we -take=bets-on how far: thee
thick crust of his blood can crawl over this: canyon?"
On the glen = with the shot = from the circle could
be -seen Prankster's:frame moving into the -trees: to the:
West
Davenport! remained in the circle; a singular laughter:
reeking from him, as if he chose:to absorb the poison
of the moment: and explode it into we oe oe playact=
ings His handsin the air He-claimed, “visitors rights,
vigitors:righta," while a devil smile from the driver-
Royce judged the rest as: they moved’ on the literal tip
of needle-minds together tightly co’ tat the circle be-
came -all’ compact flesh with no judgement of radius, with
no line or directions which insured the entrapment of
Sweeping
Davenport, while-the-driver poised himself for a bow'as
the-police-moved' in from the mountain toward’ mutual obp
Livion,
Prankster went into the woods blinder eyed like:a bull
at first, Bashing, wheeling, stumbling, spinning out)
But then his timing changed, It was willing. Where to go?
Mexico. Yea} Which way? The Pacific: Coast Highway? No-ways.
Down the Valley his mind wandered, Down the Valley he