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RV 187 (BIG SUR187) ::the headland slobs for weed,
 * the chicken of the sea
 * go yak! they sleep—
 * Aroar, aroar, arah, aroo—

Otter me otter me daughter me sea —me last blue lagoon inside of
 * me, the sea—Divine is the
 * substance all over the Sea—
 * Of space we speak &
 * hasten—Let no mouth
 * swallow the sea—Gavril—
 * Gavro—the Cherson Chinese
 * & Old Fingernail sea—Is
 * ringin yr ear? Dier, dee?
 * Is Virgin you trying to

fathom me


 * Tiresome old sea, aint you sick
 * & tired of all of this merde?
 * this incessant boom boom

& sand walk—you people
 * hoary rockies here to Fuegie
 * & never get sad? Or despair
 * like a German phoney?
 * Just gloom booboom & green
 * on foggy nights—the fog is part
 * of us—

I know, but tired
 * as I can be listening to all
 * this silly majesty—

Bashô! Lao! Pop! Who is this fish
 * sitting unsunk? Run up
 * a Hawaii typhoon smash him
 * against his rock—We’ll jelly you,
 * jellied man, show you essential

jello of the sea—King of the Sea.