THE MONEY IS IN THE CAR:

THE MONEY IS IN THE CAR:

Car in the right alley. Make up in the bag.

This switch, wants it all. I’ve raided spaces no one has seen before.

The right, vile, mad beatings locked inside penny plates, discs called money.

A right, vile, mad, fat, punching, old, man. Licked the stuffed envelope of paper.

Meeting place, one minute from the car, in a garage with a broken door, and even though I was the one that was keen, I’m out. I’m out of it.

I’m not keen, now.

You piled up wreckages,

pain on the face hitting sharp wing of the car,

Car no right  turns,

I’m the one in the vile car,

 out there has mad minds,

 I’m Make The old with not the up -ight man and keen in vile

Licked broken now the mad the door

You bag beatings stuffed and piled

This locked envelope has even up’d the switch inside of wreckages,

it wants penny paper .

 Meeting was all discs;

 place one,

 I’ve called one keen raided money minute ,

I’m spaces ,

A from out to B.

fat right wreckages old, and out in alley raided bag

In the uneven broken one, I put the right place inside him.

Licked switch

I’ve gone right through the  alley broken inside called the one before now of one.

I’m keen about the garage, where the photo’s of mad wreckages raided one…

I want money like I’m vile.

 Make the door heat up a penny a minute in the hot car .

The You signed on paper, I’m out sleeping in an old bag.

 I and the spaces that it brings with the beatings.

Exhibit  A;

has not stuffed enough money, given from  the one mad one that got up.

 And left plates of money, out in,

 The Meeting of man.

This was right and locked and all seen,

 keen envelope full of discs fat in even this place,

makes me break.