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my uncle Jack
is a mouse is a house on fire is a war about to begin is a man running down the street with a knife in his back. my uncle Jack is the Santa Monica pier is a dusty blue pillow is a scratching black and white dog is a man with one arm lighting a cigarette with one hand my uncle Jack is a slice of burnt toast is the place you forgot to look for the key is the pleasure of finding 3 rolls of toilet paper in the closet is the worst dream you've ever had that you can't remember my uncle Jack is the firecracker that went off in your hand is your run-over cat dead outside your driveway at 10:30 a.m. is the crap game you won in the Santa Anita parking lot is the man your woman left you for that night in the cheap hotel room. my uncle Jack is your uncle jack is death coming like a freight train a clown with weeping eyes is your car jack and your fingernails and the scream of the biggest mountain now.
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