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Stuart Davis Self Untitled

Pro life, pro choice, beauty queens Liquid Clorox, feminine hygiene Coca Cola, Tarter toothpaste Dial this number, slap it on my face Perfect placement

There is geography inside you, the mystic ocean is pristine It is the spirit realm, and you are at the helm where all the hungry souls convene Your instruments

all those soothing empty greetings The Big Book is omniscient and I'm not self-sufficient Dependency's still coursing through my blood, I'm only changing drugs Self

At the baseball park on Pigment street me and all my friends would meet Some were fat and some were thin but all of them had creamy skin And I never

There was a star that was hidden in space - an undiscovered gem until it's denizens decided they had chosen the Dagon to give the gift to them So with