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A man called archaic stereo-type-trope—as Zeus-Jupiter-Moses-Harley-Davidson,  was then imagined into a gigantic, rippling, bronze-hulk, armed to the teeth with the fetish-machinery of the spear-axe-maze-automatic-nuke; now as times changed, was reduced by the eccentricities of poets to inspiration, and further reduced to miniscule rust-proof tip  called ‘little beef’ whose head crouched as a troll, who gleamed further;  when the  book was released from the trigger and signed,  a chorus of black-bullet splatter shot out; the gonzo, Zeus-Jupiter-Moses-Harley Davidson, grins and whroooms off muttering, “oh bush, the gasoline  is eating me up

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