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I thought of Manny Leiber’s behind Constance said:

“God kno the studio survived Maybe by Ouija board, with advice fro the Leo-Virgo-Taurus forecasts, not stepping on cracks between takes The studio? Give randma smell the four winds in the fifty-five cities, take the tee, then on to the Brown Derby maître d’ I slept with him once, ninety years back Will he remember the old witch of the Venice shore and let us sit at tea with your Beast?”

“And say what?”

A long wave came in, a short wave rustled on the shore

“I’ll say,” she closed her eyes, “stop scaringhonorary bastard son”

“Yes,” I said, “please”

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In the beginning was the fog

Like the Great Wall of China, it moved over the shore and the land and the mountains at 6 AM

Myvoices spoke

I crept around Constance’s parlor, groping to find ave up and staggered about to find a portable typewriter I sat blindly stabbing out the words to put an end to Antipas and the Messiah

And it was indeed A Miracle of Fish

And Simon called Peter pulled in to the shore to find the Ghost by the charcoal bed and the baked fish to be given as gifts, with the word as deliverance to a final good, and the disciples there in a gentle mob and the last hour upon theer beyond two thousand years to be remembered on Mars and shipped on to Alpha Centauri

And when the Words came from my machine I could not see them, and held them close to my blind wet eyes as Constance dolphined out of a wave, another ive a sad-happy cry and shake lad of my triumph

I called Fritz