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There Is No Justice In America, But It Is The Fight For Justice That Sustains You

Who Has Ever Stopped To Think Of The Divinity Of Lamont Cranston?

And Now Each Night, I Count The Stars. And Each Night I Get The Same Number. And When The Stars Won't Come To Be Counted, I Count The Holes They Leave.

I Am Inside Someone Who Hates Me. I Look Out From His Eyes. Smell What Fouled Tunes Come In To His Breath. Love His Wretched Women.

An Evil Word It Is/ This Love.