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I can treat you to visit to coastal pillboxesI like to delve in destruction, lust and debauchesAnd I am the one who stamps on all agesFrom 16 to 40, over and underI’m monolithic, and the black ice on the cornerHiss...hiss...hissAs all is as one, as all damp on all stoneI hold all time and can induce at onceJet trains, lead paint, stamps on border formsMisread easter island, put butter on plague styleSpin complete revolutions and not bat an eyelidAnd alter tree-rings so that what you are afterYou will not ever find with a surfeit of lumberAnd make you imagine from hungerBread trees spinning, dripping with butterJust 6 inches higher than your upstretched middle fingerHistory of the...I place minute dust in your microchip vesselsFor daring to think all science is immortalI am the one who’ll strike you down at onceFor stretching time-bracket, and assuming that what isCan be maladjusted. a rigid adoptionOf codes you had concoctedI can treat you to visit to coastal pillboxesAnd show you all hideous microscope thingiesAnd hovis set-up in london’s psoriasisStockings, jokings, 1780’sHistory of the wo...I like to delve in destruction, lust and debauchesAnd I am the one who stamps on all agesFrom 16 to 40, over and underHistory of the world