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"Kissing things like flags, floors, walls I did-not do. Just another institution. It was said by someone, that an old man - you see right-there - came everyday for some years, kneeled, kissed the wall - and prayed for some hours. All this kissie-kissy. The Arabs kiss the ground, how many times a day. If I was going to kiss, I wanted to kiss and make-up please Ma'am?? Bitter grief - they had no-temple. They had a wall to keep them out. They could only go as far as the wall. They would worship not the temple on the Mount, but the Wall of the Fall. Flail yourself at the Wall, for you are not allowed in. I was fortunate. I didn't want to get in. But they had to have a wall of their own. How otherwise do you tell whose side you-on. Let's play: kept-out keep-out: Nah - naw Naw naw-naw - Naw. Or so I hear; there was no-wall, when I was there, except the wailing-wall; the wall wails for who? "Here I plant my tombstone. And all-after shall-worship the memory of me // and the institution of my stone-tomb."

Tombstone warshipers // worship the dead. The materialism of the Manameme. The stone-cold truth: stickemup: your body or your life? The stick-up, was a big-concept in the fifties. Comes from "Raise your hands // This is a stick-up." I am your take-away guy; the for woe-reason guy. Makes no-sense to me. I wear a mask. The Masked-Man at the belle of the tombstone town-hall, so to-tell a tale. He pulled out his gun. Nothin' personal understand; I got to Jizz. And I can't do-it on a tombstone. Could be anybody. It is just the time of our coincidence. I don't want to kill-you. I am not a citizen-soldier. This is a threat.

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