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Words Have this Nasty Habit of Carrying their Discursive Baggage into the Otherwise Pure Regions or Norman Saunders in Literature Class It was jet black outside the silver liner. Norman Saunders the last passenger had long since lost his red set of American Touristers still revolving on the concourse. National Eastern big ideas crowded viciously for the same terminals. The girl In the first row was soon aluminum aghast at the atmosphere. Norman knew only too well that clouds had abandoned their bouffant hairdos and that enamel blood was being ladeled into golden bowls only to be thrown from out of someone elses thunder. Thieves guided this lecture with silver haired assurance. Forty thousand feet below old porters in distinguished wigs agonized over the Samsonite. Nervous the stewardess smoothed her skirt resumed her Audrey Hepburn. They say that when it did become aluminum against vacuum Gregory Corso was fighting Norman Saunders for a window seat saying Mon if I dont get red every night its ike stee bonds right here in my heod. Norman Was really getting embarrassed now everything was truly going to nail polish when the student in the first rows skirt started getting blacker than the whole sky and suddenly it burst all of it with those horrible yellow oxygen masks dangling from Normans cabin roof like surprised genitalia.