the_locator_of_the_searcher_is_awol
paste!
urchins
have
four
inches
as
their
line
of
sight
.
the
tidepools
enjoy
the
seasonal
varietals;
dead
seals
and
baby
socks
.
the
boy
crosses
textures
on
his
bare
feet
with
those
of
not
wanting
anything
else
.
he
stumbles
that
the
air
patterns
are
different
higher
up
as
the
gulls
gloss
their
necks
and
dangling
feet
with
static
wings
just
judging
a
little
here
and
there
of
huddling mischievious
currents
.
it's
like
that
in
a
processor
when
the
bigger
fragments
of
garlic
shoot
up
the
sides
leaving
the
rest
for
a
finer
chop
.
then
you
get
a
spatula
to
scrape
the
sides
.
then
you
get
a
flyswatter
to
chase
the
egg
thieves
.
little
ones
screaming
down
gummed
streets
with
eggs
in
their
pockets
and
hands
.
but
they
are
so
cheap
!
why
steal
?
one
dozen
eggs
costs $
1
.29.
"
that's
a
steal
",
say
the
dead
seals
frolicking
with
the
angels
that
drink
lemonade
with
them
.
the
worst
way
to
kill
someone
is
to
bludgeon
with
a
sock
full
of
petrified
garlic
bulbs
and
then
take
the
body
to
the
ocean
where
a
body
of
water
can
swallow
everything
,
especially
Milli Vanilli
coming
from
a
Chevy
Blazer
parked
on
a
cliff
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