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American Superlative


This exceptional fashion, and

this hamburger is

one of the best.  It comes from

wanting to sing a song clearly.


That’s the miracle of

revelation or nothing. This

is an exceptional price for gas.

Prophets drive the countryside


in sincere bear skins

and come up with a religion.

Blood pie.  Blood on your eye.

Blood on the front


porch, blood doesn’t lie.  We write

Silent Night. All of these flies.  I do

have a creek I go to, where we are all

dancing in the open mud.




Scott Abels