anyone for anymore Rufo Quintavalle

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anyone for anymore

Rufo Quintavalle

©Rufo Quintavalle, 2014

   anymore        

   anyone  more      

   anyone  some  more      

   anyone  else  some  more  

   anyone  else  want  some  more      

   anyone  else  out  there  want  some  more      

   anyone   else   out   there   in   the  wind  want   some  more      

   anyone  else  out  there  in  the  wind  which  blows  where  it  wants  want  some  more      

   anyone  else  out  there  in  the  wind  which  blows  where   it   wants   and   when   it   wants   to   want  some  more      

   anyone  else  out  there  in  the  wind  which  blows  where   it  wants  and  when   it  wants  to  blows  so  hard   it   screws  with  your  breathing  want   some  more      

   anyone  else  out  there  in  the  wind  which  blows  where   it  wants  and  when   it  wants  to  blows  so  hard   it   screws   with   your   breathing   making      little   clouds   like   button   mushrooms   proceed  you  fut  fut  down  the  street  want  some  more      

   anyone  else  out  there  in  the  wind  which  blows  where   it  wants  and  when   it  wants  to  blows  so  hard   it   screws   with   your   breathing   making      little   clouds   like   button   mushrooms   proceed  you   fut   fut   down   the   emptying   street   want  some  more            

   anyone  else  out  there  in  the  wind  which  blows  where   it  wants  and  when   it  wants  to  blows  so  hard   it   screws   with   your   breathing   making      little   clouds   like   button   mushrooms   proceed  you   fut   fut   down   the   squarely   proportioned  and   never   quite   emptying   street   want   some  more      

   anyone  else  out  there  in  the  wind  which  blows  where   it  wants  and  when   it  wants  to  blows  so  hard   it   screws   with   your   breathing   making      little   clouds   like   button   mushrooms   proceed  you   fut   fut   down   the   inadequately   lit   cobbled  alley   and   out   into   the   squarely   proportioned  and   never   quite   emptying   street   want   some  more      

   anyone  else  out  there  in  the  wind  which  blows  where   it  wants  and  when   it  wants  to  blows  so  hard   it   screws   with   your   breathing   making      little   clouds   like   button   mushrooms   proceed  you   fut   fut   down   the   hungry   gullet   of   a   fine-­‐boned   distributor   of   spotless   chattels  wherefrom   they   are   expelled   clumsily   like   a  paraplegic   in   an   inadequately   lit   cobbled   alley  and   out   into   the   squarely   proportioned   and  never  quite  emptying  street  want  some  more      

   anyone  else  out  there  in  the  wind  which  blows  where   it  wants  and  when   it  wants  to  blows  so  hard   it   screws   with   your   breathing   making      little   clouds   like   button   mushrooms   proceed  you   fut   fut   down   the   tube   of   oryx   lined   with  shrew   fur   and   snake   excreta   and   thence   into  the   unexpecting   but   nevertheless   or   maybe  indeed   because   of   that   comically   and   to   be  frank   quite   titillatingly   hungry   gullet   of   a   fine-­‐boned   distributor   of   spotless   chattels  wherefrom   they   are   expelled   clumsily   like   a  paraplegic   in   an   inadequately   lit   cobbled   alley  and   out   into   the   squarely   proportioned   and  never  quite  emptying  street  want  some  more      

   anyone  else  out  there  in  the  wind  which  blows  where   it  wants  and  when   it  wants  to  blows  so  hard   it   screws   with   your   breathing   making      little   clouds   like   button   mushrooms   proceed  you  fut  fut  and  shiny  as  if  they  were  baby  eyes  or   some   dumb   kid   all   bollocksed   on   store-­‐bought  pills   that   replicate   the  kind  of   kick  you  would   get   from   one   of   the   lesser   known    society   gatherings   where   only   the   triple-­‐barrelled   monikers   are   bandied   around   down  the   tube   of   oryx   lined   with   shrew   fur   and      snake  excreta  and  thence  into  the  unexpecting  but   nevertheless   or  maybe   indeed   because   of  that  comically  and  to  be  frank  quite  titillatingly  hungry   gullet   of   a   fine-­‐boned   distributor   of  spotless   chattels  wherefrom   they   are   expelled  clumsily   like  a  paraplegic   in  an   inadequately   lit  cobbled   alley   and   out   into   the   squarely  proportioned   and   never   quite   emptying   street  want  some  more  

   anyone  else  out  there  in  the  wind  which  blows  where   it  wants  and  when   it  wants  to  blows  so  hard   it   screws   with   your   breathing   making      little   clouds   like   button   mushrooms   proceed  you  fut  fut  and  shiny  as  if  they  were  baby  eyes  or   some   dumb   kid   all   bollocksed   on   store-­‐bought  pills   that   replicate   the  kind  of   kick  you  would   get   from   one   of   the   lesser   known    society   gatherings   where   only   the   triple-­‐barrelled  monikers  are  bandied  around  making  everyone   more   and   more   likely   to   mistake    their   neighbour   for   their   former   neighbour    with   the   stammer   and   the   fabulous   groupie  who  sees  to  it  that  the  other  folk  are  all  fine  as  far   as   betel   nut   and   impossibly   thin   sheets   of  rice   paper   that   turn   to   sake   in   a   midmorning  drizzle   are   concerned   down   the   tube   of   oryx  lined   with   shrew   fur   and   snake   excreta   and  thence   into   the   unexpecting   but   nevertheless  or  maybe  indeed  because  of  that  comically  and  to  be   frank  quite   titillatingly  hungry  gullet  of  a  fine-­‐boned   distributor   of   spotless   chattels  wherefrom   they   are   expelled   clumsily   like   a  paraplegic   in   an   inadequately   lit   cobbled   alley  and   out   into   the   squarely   proportioned   and  never   quite   emptying   street   want   some  more      iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii                                  

   anyone  else  out  there  in  the  wind  which  blows  where   it  wants  and  when   it  wants  to  blows  so  hard   it   screws   with   your   breathing   making      little   clouds   like   button   mushrooms   proceed  you  fut  fut  and  shiny  as  if  they  were  baby  eyes  or   some   dumb   kid   all   bollocksed   on   store-­‐bought  pills   that   replicate   the  kind  of   kick  you  would   get   from   one   of   the   lesser   known    society   gatherings   where   only   the   triple-­‐barrelled  monikers  are  bandied  around  making  everyone   more   and   more   likely   to   mistake    their   neighbour   for   their   former   neighbour    with   the   stammer   and   the   fabulous   groupie  who  sees  to  it  that  the  other  folk  are  all  fine  as  far   as   betel   nut   and   impossibly   thin   sheets   of  rice   paper   that   turn   to   sake   in   a   midmorning  drizzle   are   concerned   down   the   tube   of   oryx  lined   with   shrew   fur   and   snake   excreta   and  thence   into   the   unexpecting   but   nevertheless  or  maybe  indeed  because  of  that  comically  and  to  be   frank  quite   titillatingly  hungry  gullet  of  a  fine-­‐boned   distributor   of   spotless   chattels  wherefrom   they   are   expelled   clumsily   like   a  paraplegic   in   an   inadequately   lit   cobbled   alley  and   out   into   the   squarely   proportioned   and  never   quite   emptying   street   want   some  more      iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii                                  

   anyone  else  out  there  in  the  wind  which  blows  where   it  wants  and  when   it  wants  to  blows  so  hard   it   screws   with   your   breathing   making      little   clouds   like   button   mushrooms   proceed  you  fut  fut  and  shiny  as  if  they  were  baby  eyes  or   some   dumb   kid   all   bollocksed   on   store-­‐bought  pills   that   replicate   the  kind  of   kick  you  would   get   from   one   of   the   lesser   known    society   gatherings   where   only   the   triple-­‐barrelled  monikers  are  bandied  around  making  everyone   more   and   more   likely   to   mistake    their   neighbour   for   their   former   neighbour    with   the   stammer   and   the   fabulous   groupie  who  sees  to  it  that  the  other  folk  are  all  fine  as  far   as   betel   nut   and   impossibly   thin   sheets   of  rice   paper   that   turn   to   sake   in   a   midmorning  drizzle   are   concerned   down   the   tube   of   oryx  lined   with   shrew   fur   and   snake   excreta   and  thence   into   the   unexpecting   but   nevertheless  or  maybe  indeed  because  of  that  comically  and  to  be   frank  quite   titillatingly  hungry  gullet  of  a  fine-­‐boned   distributor   of   spotless   chattels  wherefrom   they   are   expelled   clumsily   like   a  paraplegic   in   an   inadequately   lit   cobbled   alley  and   out   into   the   squarely   proportioned   and  never   quite   emptying   street   want   some  more      iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii                                  

   anyone  else  out  there  in  the  wind  which  blows  where   it  wants  and  when   it  wants  to  blows  so  hard   it   screws   with   your   breathing   making      little   clouds   like   button   mushrooms   proceed  you  fut  fut  and  shiny  as  if  they  were  baby  eyes  or   some   dumb   kid   all   bollocksed   on   store-­‐bought  pills   that   replicate   the  kind  of   kick  you  would   get   from   one   of   the   lesser   known    society   gatherings   where   only   the   triple-­‐barrelled  monikers  are  bandied  around  making  everyone   more   and   more   likely   to   mistake    their   neighbour   for   their   former   neighbour    with   the   stammer   and   the   fabulous   groupie  who  sees  to  it  that  the  other  folk  are  all  fine  as  far   as   betel   nut   and   impossibly   thin   sheets   of  rice   paper   that   turn   to   sake   in   a   midmorning  drizzle   are   concerned   down   the   tube   of   oryx  lined   with   shrew   fur   and   snake   excreta   and  thence   into   the   unexpecting   but   nevertheless  or  maybe  indeed  because  of  that  comically  and  to  be   frank  quite   titillatingly  hungry  gullet  of  a  fine-­‐boned   distributor   of   spotless   chattels  wherefrom   they   are   expelled   clumsily   like   a  paraplegic   in   an   inadequately   lit   cobbled   alley  and   out   into   the   squarely   proportioned   and  never   quite   emptying   street   want   some  more      iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii  

   anyone  else  out  there  in  the  wind  which  blows  where   it  wants  and  when   it  wants  to  blows  so  hard   it   screws   with   your   breathing   making      little   clouds   like   button   mushrooms   proceed  you  fut  fut  and  shiny  as  if  they  were  baby  eyes  or   some   dumb   kid   all   bollocksed   on   store-­‐bought  pills   that   replicate   the  kind  of   kick  you  would   get   from   one   of   the   lesser   known    society   gatherings   where   only   the   triple-­‐barrelled  monikers  are  bandied  around  making  everyone   more   and   more   likely   to   mistake    their   neighbour   for   their   former   neighbour    with   the   stammer   and   the   fabulous   groupie  who  sees  to  it  that  the  other  folk  are  all  fine  as  far   as   betel   nut   and   impossibly   thin   sheets   of  rice   paper   that   turn   to   sake   in   a   midmorning  drizzle   are   concerned   down   the   tube   of   oryx  lined   with   shrew   fur   and   snake   excreta   and  thence   into   the   unexpecting   but   nevertheless  or  maybe  indeed  because  of  that  comically  and  to  be   frank  quite   titillatingly  hungry  gullet  of  a  fine-­‐boned   distributor   of   spotless   chattels  wherefrom   they   are   expelled   clumsily   like   a  paraplegic   in   an   inadequately   lit   cobbled   alley  and   out   into   the   squarely   proportioned   and  never   quite   emptying   street   want   some  more      iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii  

   anyone  else  out  there  in  the  wind  which  blows  where   it  wants  and  when   it  wants  to  blows  so  hard   it   screws   with   your   breathing   making      little   clouds   like   button   mushrooms   proceed  you  fut  fut  and  shiny  as  if  they  were  baby  eyes  or   some   dumb   kid   all   bollocksed   on   store-­‐bought  pills   that   replicate   the  kind  of   kick  you  would   get   from   one   of   the   lesser   known    society   gatherings   where   only   the   triple-­‐barrelled  monikers  are  bandied  around  making  everyone   more   and   more   likely   to   mistake    their   neighbour   for   their   former   neighbour    with   the   stammer   and   the   fabulous   groupie  who  sees  to  it  that  the  other  folk  are  all  fine  as  far   as   betel   nut   and   impossibly   thin   sheets   of  rice   paper   that   turn   to   sake   in   a   midmorning  drizzle   are   concerned   down   the   tube   of   oryx  lined   with   shrew   fur   and   snake   excreta   and  thence   into   the   unexpecting   but   nevertheless  or  maybe  indeed  because  of  that  comically  and  to  be   frank  quite   titillatingly  hungry  gullet  of  a  fine-­‐boned   distributor   of   spotless   chattels  wherefrom   they   are   expelled   clumsily   like   a  paraplegic   in   an   inadequately   lit   cobbled   alley  and   out   into   the   squarely   proportioned   and  never   quite   emptying   street   want   some  more      iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii  

   anyone  else  out  there  in  the  wind  which  blows  where   it  wants  and  when   it  wants  to  blows  so  hard   it   screws   with   your   breathing   making      little   clouds   like   button   mushrooms   proceed  you  fut  fut  and  shiny  as  if  they  were  baby  eyes  or   some   dumb   kid   all   bollocksed   on   store-­‐bought  pills   that   replicate   the  kind  of   kick  you  would   get   from   one   of   the   lesser   known    society   gatherings   where   only   the   triple-­‐barrelled  monikers  are  bandied  around  making  everyone   more   and   more   likely   to   mistake    their   neighbour   for   their   former   neighbour    with   the   stammer   and   the   fabulous   groupie  who  sees  to  it  that  the  other  folk  are  all  fine  as  far   as   betel   nut   and   impossibly   thin   sheets   of  rice   paper   that   turn   to   sake   in   a   midmorning  drizzle   are   concerned   down   the   tube   of   oryx  lined   with   shrew   fur   and   snake   excreta   and  thence   into   the   unexpecting   but   nevertheless  or  maybe  indeed  because  of  that  comically  and  to  be   frank  quite   titillatingly  hungry  gullet  of  a  fine-­‐boned   distributor   of   spotless   chattels  wherefrom   they   are   expelled   clumsily   like   a  paraplegic   in   an   inadequately   lit   cobbled   alley  and   out   into   the   squarely   proportioned   and  never   quite   emptying   street   want   some  more      iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii    

   anyone  else  out  there  in  the  wind  which  blows  where   it  wants  and  when   it  wants  to  blows  so  hard   it   screws   with   your   breathing   making      little   clouds   like   button   mushrooms   proceed  you  fut  fut  and  shiny  as  if  they  were  baby  eyes  or   some   dumb   kid   all   bollocksed   on   store-­‐bought  pills   that   replicate   the  kind  of   kick  you  would   get   from   one   of   the   lesser   known    society   gatherings   where   only   the   triple-­‐barrelled  monikers  are  bandied  around  making  everyone   more   and   more   likely   to   mistake    their   neighbour   for   their   former   neighbour    with   the   stammer   and   the   fabulous   groupie  who  sees  to  it  that  the  other  folk  are  all  fine  as  far   as   betel   nut   and   impossibly   thin   sheets   of  rice   paper   that   turn   to   sake   in   a   midmorning  drizzle   are   concerned   down   the   tube   of   oryx  lined   with   shrew   fur   and   snake   excreta   and  thence   into   the   unexpecting   but   nevertheless  or  maybe  indeed  because  of  that  comically  and  to  be   frank  quite   titillatingly  hungry  gullet  of  a  fine-­‐boned   distributor   of   spotless   chattels  wherefrom   they   are   expelled   clumsily   like   a  paraplegic   in   an   inadequately   lit   cobbled   alley  and   out   into   the   squarely   proportioned   and  never   quite   emptying   street   want   some  more      iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii    

   anyone  else  out  there  in  the  wind  which  blows  where   it  wants  and  when   it  wants  to  blows  so  hard   it   screws   with   your   breathing   making      little   clouds   like   button   mushrooms   proceed  you  fut  fut  and  shiny  as  if  they  were  baby  eyes  or   some   dumb   kid   all   bollocksed   on   store-­‐bought  pills   that   replicate   the  kind  of   kick  you  would   get   from   one   of   the   lesser   known    society   gatherings   where   only   the   triple-­‐barrelled  monikers  are  bandied  around  making  everyone   more   and   more   likely   to   mistake    their   neighbour   for   their   former   neighbour    with   the   stammer   and   the   fabulous   groupie  who  sees  to  it  that  the  other  folk  are  all  fine  as  far   as   betel   nut   and   impossibly   thin   sheets   of  rice   paper   that   turn   to   sake   in   a   midmorning  drizzle   are   concerned   down   the   tube   of   oryx  lined   with   shrew   fur   and   snake   excreta   and  thence   into   the   unexpecting   but   nevertheless  or  maybe  indeed  because  of  that  comically  and  to  be   frank  quite   titillatingly  hungry  gullet  of  a  fine-­‐boned   distributor   of   spotless   chattels  wherefrom   they   are   expelled   clumsily   like   a  paraplegic   in   an   inadequately   lit   cobbled   alley  and   out   into   the   squarely   proportioned   and  never   quite   emptying   street   want   some  more      iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii                                  

   anyone  else  out  there  in  the  wind  which  blows  where   it  wants  and  when   it  wants  to  blows  so  hard   it   screws   with   your   breathing   making      little   clouds   like   button   mushrooms   proceed  you  fut  fut  and  shiny  as  if  they  were  baby  eyes  or   some   dumb   kid   all   bollocksed   on   store-­‐bought  pills   that   replicate   the  kind  of   kick  you  would   get   from   one   of   the   lesser   known    society   gatherings   where   only   the   triple-­‐barrelled  monikers  are  bandied  around  making  everyone   more   and   more   likely   to   mistake    their   neighbour   for   their   former   neighbour    with   the   stammer   and   the   fabulous   groupie  who  sees  to  it  that  the  other  folk  are  all  fine  as  far   as   betel   nut   and   impossibly   thin   sheets   of  rice   paper   that   turn   to   sake   in   a   midmorning  drizzle   are   concerned   down   the   tube   of   oryx  lined   with   shrew   fur   and   snake   excreta   and  thence   into   the   unexpecting   but   nevertheless  or  maybe  indeed  because  of  that  comically  and  to  be   frank  quite   titillatingly  hungry  gullet  of  a  fine-­‐boned   distributor   of   spotless   chattels  wherefrom   they   are   expelled   clumsily   like   a  paraplegic   in   an   inadequately   lit   cobbled   alley  and   out   into   the   squarely   proportioned   and  never   quite   emptying   street   want   some  more      iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii    

   anyone  else  out  there  in  the  wind  which  blows  where   it  wants  and  when   it  wants  to  blows  so  hard   it   screws   with   your   breathing   making      little   clouds   like   button   mushrooms   proceed  you  fut  fut  and  shiny  as  if  they  were  baby  eyes  or   some   dumb   kid   all   bollocksed   on   store-­‐bought  pills   that   replicate   the  kind  of   kick  you  would   get   from   one   of   the   lesser   known    society   gatherings   where   only   the   triple-­‐barrelled  monikers  are  bandied  around  making  everyone   more   and   more   likely   to   mistake    their   neighbour   for   their   former   neighbour    with   the   stammer   and   the   fabulous   groupie  who  sees  to  it  that  the  other  folk  are  all  fine  as  far   as   betel   nut   and   impossibly   thin   sheets   of  rice   paper   that   turn   to   sake   in   a   midmorning  drizzle   are   concerned   down   the   tube   of   oryx  lined   with   shrew   fur   and   snake   excreta   and  thence   into   the   unexpecting   but   nevertheless  or  maybe  indeed  because  of  that  comically  and  to  be   frank  quite   titillatingly  hungry  gullet  of  a  fine-­‐boned   distributor   of   spotless   chattels  wherefrom   they   are   expelled   clumsily   like   a  paraplegic   in   an   inadequately   lit   cobbled   alley  and   out   into   the   squarely   proportioned   and  never   quite   emptying   street   want   some  more      iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii  

   anyone  else  out  there  in  the  wind  which  blows  where   it  wants  and  when   it  wants  to  blows  so  hard   it   screws   with   your   breathing   making      little   clouds   like   button   mushrooms   proceed  you  fut  fut  and  shiny  as  if  they  were  baby  eyes  or   some   dumb   kid   all   bollocksed   on   store-­‐bought  pills   that   replicate   the  kind  of   kick  you  would   get   from   one   of   the   lesser   known    society   gatherings   where   only   the   triple-­‐barrelled  monikers  are  bandied  around  making  everyone   more   and   more   likely   to   mistake    their   neighbour   for   their   former   neighbour    with   the   stammer   and   the   fabulous   groupie  who  sees  to  it  that  the  other  folk  are  all  fine  as  far   as   betel   nut   and   impossibly   thin   sheets   of  rice   paper   that   turn   to   sake   in   a   midmorning  drizzle   are   concerned   down   the   tube   of   oryx  lined   with   shrew   fur   and   snake   excreta   and  thence   into   the   unexpecting   but   nevertheless  or  maybe  indeed  because  of  that  comically  and  to  be   frank  quite   titillatingly  hungry  gullet  of  a  fine-­‐boned   distributor   of   spotless   chattels  wherefrom   they   are   expelled   clumsily   like   a  paraplegic   in   an   inadequately   lit   cobbled   alley  and   out   into   the   squarely   proportioned   and  never   quite   emptying   street   want   some  more      iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

   anyone  else  out  there  in  the  wind  which  blows  where   it  wants  and  when   it  wants  to  blows  so  hard   it   screws   with   your   breathing   making      little   clouds   like   button   mushrooms   proceed  you  fut  fut  and  shiny  as  if  they  were  baby  eyes  or   some   dumb   kid   all   bollocksed   on   store-­‐bought  pills   that   replicate   the  kind  of   kick  you  would   get   from   one   of   the   lesser   known    society   gatherings   where   only   the   triple-­‐barrelled  monikers  are  bandied  around  making  everyone   more   and   more   likely   to   mistake    their   neighbour   for   their   former   neighbour    with   the   stammer   and   the   fabulous   groupie  who  sees  to  it  that  the  other  folk  are  all  fine  as  far   as   betel   nut   and   impossibly   thin   sheets   of  rice   paper   that   turn   to   sake   in   a   midmorning  drizzle   are   concerned   down   the   tube   of   oryx  lined   with   shrew   fur   and   snake   excreta   and  thence   into   the   unexpecting   but   nevertheless  or  maybe  indeed  because  of  that  comically  and  to  be   frank  quite   titillatingly  hungry  gullet  of  a  fine-­‐boned   distributor   of   spotless   chattels  wherefrom   they   are   expelled   clumsily   like   a  paraplegic   in   an   inadequately   lit   cobbled   alley  and   out   into   the   squarely   proportioned   and  never   quite   emptying   street   want   some  more      iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

   anyone  else  out  there  in  the  wind  which  blows  where   it  wants  and  when   it  wants  to  blows  so  hard   it   screws   with   your   breathing   making      little   clouds   like   button   mushrooms   proceed  you  fut  fut  and  shiny  as  if  they  were  baby  eyes  or   some   dumb   kid   all   bollocksed   on   store-­‐bought  pills   that   replicate   the  kind  of   kick  you  would   get   from   one   of   the   lesser   known    society   gatherings   where   only   the   triple-­‐barrelled  monikers  are  bandied  around  making  everyone   more   and   more   likely   to   mistake    their   neighbour   for   their   former   neighbour    with   the   stammer   and   the   fabulous   groupie  who  sees  to  it  that  the  other  folk  are  all  fine  as  far   as   betel   nut   and   impossibly   thin   sheets   of  rice   paper   that   turn   to   sake   in   a   midmorning  drizzle   are   concerned   down   the   tube   of   oryx  lined   with   shrew   fur   and   snake   excreta   and  thence   into   the   unexpecting   but   nevertheless  or  maybe  indeed  because  of  that  comically  and  to  be   frank  quite   titillatingly  hungry  gullet  of  a  fine-­‐boned   distributor   of   spotless   chattels  wherefrom   they   are   expelled   clumsily   like   a  paraplegic   in   an   inadequately   lit   cobbled   alley  and   out   into   the   squarely   proportioned   and  never   quite   emptying   street   want   some  more      iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii    

   anyone  else  out  there  in  the  wind  which  blows  where   it  wants  and  when   it  wants  to  blows  so  hard   it   screws   with   your   breathing   making      little   clouds   like   button   mushrooms   proceed  you  fut  fut  and  shiny  as  if  they  were  baby  eyes  or   some   dumb   kid   all   bollocksed   on   store-­‐bought  pills   that   replicate   the  kind  of   kick  you  would   get   from   one   of   the   lesser   known    society   gatherings   where   only   the   triple-­‐barrelled  monikers  are  bandied  around  making  everyone   more   and   more   likely   to   mistake    their   neighbour   for   their   former   neighbour    with   the   stammer   and   the   fabulous   groupie  who  sees  to  it  that  the  other  folk  are  all  fine  as  far   as   betel   nut   and   impossibly   thin   sheets   of  rice   paper   that   turn   to   sake   in   a   midmorning  drizzle   are   concerned   down   the   tube   of   oryx  lined   with   shrew   fur   and   snake   excreta   and  thence   into   the   unexpecting   but   nevertheless  or  maybe  indeed  because  of  that  comically  and  to  be   frank  quite   titillatingly  hungry  gullet  of  a  fine-­‐boned   distributor   of   spotless   chattels  wherefrom   they   are   expelled   clumsily   like   a  paraplegic   in   an   inadequately   lit   cobbled   alley  and   out   into   the   squarely   proportioned   and  never   quite   emptying   street   want   some  more      iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii  

   anyone  else  out  there  in  the  wind  which  blows  where   it  wants  and  when   it  wants  to  blows  so  hard   it   screws   with   your   breathing   making      little   clouds   like   button   mushrooms   proceed  you  fut  fut  and  shiny  as  if  they  were  baby  eyes  or   some   dumb   kid   all   bollocksed   on   store-­‐bought  pills   that   replicate   the  kind  of   kick  you  would   get   from   one   of   the   lesser   known    society   gatherings   where   only   the   triple-­‐barrelled  monikers  are  bandied  around  making  everyone   more   and   more   likely   to   mistake    their   neighbour   for   their   former   neighbour    with   the   stammer   and   the   fabulous   groupie  who  sees  to  it  that  the  other  folk  are  all  fine  as  far   as   betel   nut   and   impossibly   thin   sheets   of  rice   paper   that   turn   to   sake   in   a   midmorning  drizzle   are   concerned   down   the   tube   of   oryx  lined   with   shrew   fur   and   snake   excreta   and  thence   into   the   unexpecting   but   nevertheless  or  maybe  indeed  because  of  that  comically  and  to  be   frank  quite   titillatingly  hungry  gullet  of  a  fine-­‐boned   distributor   of   spotless   chattels  wherefrom   they   are   expelled   clumsily   like   a  paraplegic   in   an   inadequately   lit   cobbled   alley  and   out   into   the   squarely   proportioned   and  never   quite   emptying   street   want   some  more      iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii  

   anyone  else  out  there  in  the  wind  which  blows  where   it  wants  and  when   it  wants  to  blows  so  hard   it   screws   with   your   breathing   making      little   clouds   like   button   mushrooms   proceed  you  fut  fut  and  shiny  as  if  they  were  baby  eyes  or   some   dumb   kid   all   bollocksed   on   store-­‐bought  pills   that   replicate   the  kind  of   kick  you  would   get   from   one   of   the   lesser   known    society   gatherings   where   only   the   triple-­‐barrelled  monikers  are  bandied  around  making  everyone   more   and   more   likely   to   mistake    their   neighbour   for   their   former   neighbour    with   the   stammer   and   the   fabulous   groupie  who  sees  to  it  that  the  other  folk  are  all  fine  as  far   as   betel   nut   and   impossibly   thin   sheets   of  rice   paper   that   turn   to   sake   in   a   midmorning  drizzle   are   concerned   down   the   tube   of   oryx  lined   with   shrew   fur   and   snake   excreta   and  thence   into   the   unexpecting   but   nevertheless  or  maybe  indeed  because  of  that  comically  and  to  be   frank  quite   titillatingly  hungry  gullet  of  a  fine-­‐boned   distributor   of   spotless   chattels  wherefrom   they   are   expelled   clumsily   like   a  paraplegic   in   an   inadequately   lit   cobbled   alley  and   out   into   the   squarely   proportioned   and  never   quite   emptying   street   want   some  more      iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii  

   anyone  else  out  there  in  the  wind  which  blows  where   it  wants  and  when   it  wants  to  blows  so  hard   it   screws   with   your   breathing   making      little   clouds   like   button   mushrooms   proceed  you  fut  fut  and  shiny  as  if  they  were  baby  eyes  or   some   dumb   kid   all   bollocksed   on   store-­‐bought  pills   that   replicate   the  kind  of   kick  you  would   get   from   one   of   the   lesser   known    society   gatherings   where   only   the   triple-­‐barrelled  monikers  are  bandied  around  making  everyone   more   and   more   likely   to   mistake    their   neighbour   for   their   former   neighbour    with   the   stammer   and   the   fabulous   groupie  who  sees  to  it  that  the  other  folk  are  all  fine  as  far   as   betel   nut   and   impossibly   thin   sheets   of  rice   paper   that   turn   to   sake   in   a   midmorning  drizzle   are   concerned   down   the   tube   of   oryx  lined   with   shrew   fur   and   snake   excreta   and  thence   into   the   unexpecting   but   nevertheless  or  maybe  indeed  because  of  that  comically  and  to  be   frank  quite  titillatingly  hungry  gullet  of  a  fine-­‐boned   distributor   of   spotless   chattels  wherefrom   they   are   expelled   clumsily   like   a  paraplegic   in   an   inadequately   lit   cobbled   alley  and   out   into   the   squarely   proportioned   and  never   quite   emptying   street   want   some  more      iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii  

   anyone  else  out  there  in  the  wind  which  blows  where   it  wants  and  when   it  wants  to  blows  so  hard   it   screws   with   your   breathing   making      little   clouds   like   button   mushrooms   proceed  you  fut  fut  and  shiny  as  if  they  were  baby  eyes  or   some   dumb   kid   all   bollocksed   on   store-­‐Pbought  pills  that  replicate  the  kind  of  kick  you  would   get   from   one   of   the   lesser   known    society   gatherings   where   only   the   triple-­‐barrelled  monikers  are  bandied  around  making  everyone   more   and   more   likely   to   mistake    their   neighbour   for   their   former   neighbour    with   the   stammer   and   the   fabulous   groupie  who  sees  to  it  that  the  other  folk  are  all  fine  as  far   as   betel   nut   and   impossibly   thin   sheets   of  rice   paper   that   turn   to   sake   in   a   midmorning  drizzle   are   concerned   down   the   tube   of   oryx  lined   with   shrew   fur   and   snake   excreta   and  thence   into   the   unexpecting   but   nevertheless  or  maybe  indeed  because  of  that  comically  and  to  be   frank  quite  titillatingly  hungry  gullet  of  a  fine-­‐boned   distributor   of   spotless   chattels  wherefrom   they   are   expelled   clumsily   like   a  paraplegic   in   an   inadequately   lit   cobbled   alley  and   out   into   the   squarely   proportioned   and  never   quite   emptying   street   want   some  more      iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii  

   anyone  else  out  there  in  the  wind  which  blows  where   it  wants  and  when   it  wants  to  blows  so  hard   it   screws   with   your   breathing   making      little   clouds   like   button   mushrooms   proceed  you  fut  fut  and  shiny  as  if  they  were  baby  eyes  or   some   dumb   kid   all   bollocksed   on   store-­‐bought  pills   that   replicate   the  kind  of   kick  you  would   get   from   one   of   the   lesser   known    society   gatherings   where   only   the   triple-­‐barrelled  monikers  are  bandied  around  making  everyone   more   and   more   likely   to   mistake    their   neighbour   for   their   former   neighbour    with   the   stammer   and   the   fabulous   groupie  who  sees  to  it  that  the  other  folk  are  all  fine  as  far   as   betel   nut   and   impossibly   thin   sheets   of  rice   paper   that   turn   to   sake   in   a   midmorning  drizzle   are   concerned   down   the   tube   of   oryx  lined   with   shrew   fur   and   snake   excreta   and  thence   into   the   unexpecting   but   nevertheless  or  maybe  indeed  because  of  that  comically  and  to  be   frank  quite   titillatingly  hungry  gullet  of  a  fine-­‐boned   distributor   of   spotless   chattels  wherefrom   they   are   expelled   clumsily   like   a  paraplegic   in   an   inadequately   lit   cobbled   alley  and   out   into   the   squarely   proportioned   and  never   quite   emptying   street   want   some  more      iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii  

   anyone  else  out  there  in  the  wind  which  blows  where   it  wants  and  when   it  wants  to  blows  so  hard   it   screws   with   your   breathing   making      little   clouds   like   button   mushrooms   proceed  you  fut  fut  and  shiny  as  if  they  were  baby  eyes  or   some   dumb   kid   all   bollocksed   on   store-­‐bought  pills   that   replicate   the  kind  of   kick  you  would   get   from   one   of   the   lesser   known    society   gatherings   where   only   the   triple-­‐barrelled  monikers  are  bandied  around  making  everyone   more   and   more   likely   to   mistake    their   neighbour   for   their   former   neighbour    with   the   stammer   and   the   fabulous   groupie  who  sees  to  it  that  the  other  folk  are  all  fine  as  far   as   betel   nut   and   impossibly   thin   sheets   of  rice   paper   that   turn   to   sake   in   a   midmorning  drizzle   are   concerned   down   the   tube   of   oryx  lined   with   shrew   fur   and   snake   excreta   and  thence   into   the   unexpecting   but   nevertheless  or  maybe  indeed  because  of  that  comically  and  to  be   frank  quite   titillatingly  hungry  gullet  of  a  fine-­‐boned   distributor   of   spotless   chattels  wherefrom   they   are   expelled   clumsily   like   a  paraplegic   in   an   inadequately   lit   cobbled   alley  and   out   into   the   squarely   proportioned   and  never   quite   emptying   street   want   some  more      iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii  

   anyone  else  out  there  in  the  wind  which  blows  where   it  wants  and  when   it  wants  to  blows  so  hard   it   screws   with   your   breathing   making      little   clouds   like   button   mushrooms   proceed  you  fut  fut  and  shiny  as  if  they  were  baby  eyes  or   some   dumb   kid   all   bollocksed   on   store-­‐bought  pills   that   replicate   the  kind  of   kick  you  would   get   from   one   of   the   lesser   known    society   gatherings   where   only   the   triple-­‐barrelled  monikers  are  bandied  around  making  everyone   more   and   more   likely   to   mistake    their   neighbour   for   their   former   neighbour    with   the   stammer   and   the   fabulous   groupie  who  sees  to  it  that  the  other  folk  are  all  fine  as  far   as   betel   nut   and   impossibly   thin   sheets   of  rice   paper   that   turn   to   sake   in   a   midmorning  drizzle   are   concerned   down   the   tube   of   oryx  lined   with   shrew   fur   and   snake   excreta   and  thence   into   the   unexpecting   but   nevertheless  or  maybe  indeed  because  of  that  comically  and  to  be   frank  quite   titillatingly  hungry  gullet  of  a  fine-­‐boned   distributor   of   spotless   chattels  wherefrom   they   are   expelled   clumsily   like   a  paraplegic   in   an   inadequately   lit   cobbled   alley  and   out   into   the   squarely   proportioned   and  never   quite   emptying   street   want   some  more      iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii  

   anyone  else  out  there  in  the  wind  which  blows  where   it  wants  and  when   it  wants  to  blows  so  hard   it   screws   with   your   breathing   making      little   clouds   like   button   mushrooms   proceed  you  fut  fut  and  shiny  as  if  they  were  baby  eyes  or   some   dumb   kid   all   bollocksed   on   store-­‐bought  pills   that   replicate   the  kind  of   kick  you  would   get   from   one   of   the   lesser   known    society   gatherings   where   only   the   triple-­‐barrelled  monikers  are  bandied  around  making  everyone   more   and   more   likely   to   mistake    their   neighbour   for   their   former   neighbour    with   the   stammer   and   the   fabulous   groupie  who  sees  to  it  that  the  other  folk  are  all  fine  as  far   as   betel   nut   and   impossibly   thin   sheets   of  rice   paper   that   turn   to   sake   in   a   midmorning  drizzle   are   concerned   down   the   tube   of   oryx  lined   with   shrew   fur   and   snake   excreta   and  thence   into   the   unexpecting   but   nevertheless  or  maybe  indeed  because  of  that  comically  and  to  be   frank  quite   titillatingly  hungry  gullet  of  a  fine-­‐boned   distributor   of   spotless   chattels  wherefrom   they   are   expelled   clumsily   like   a  paraplegic   in   an   inadequately   lit   cobbled   alley  and   out   into   the   squarely   proportioned   and  never   quite   emptying   street   want   some  more      iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii  

   anyone  else  out  there  in  the  wind  which  blows  where   it  wants  and  when   it  wants  to  blows  so  hard   it   screws   with   your   breathing   making      little   clouds   like   button   mushrooms   proceed  you  fut  fut  and  shiny  as  if  they  were  baby  eyes  or   some   dumb   kid   all   bollocksed   on   store-­‐bought  pills   that   replicate   the  kind  of   kick  you  would   get   from   one   of   the   lesser   known    society   gatherings   where   only   the   triple-­‐barrelled  monikers  are  bandied  around  making  everyone   more   and   more   likely   to   mistake    their   neighbour   for   their   former   neighbour    with   the   stammer   and   the   fabulous   groupie  who  sees  to  it  that  the  other  folk  are  all  fine  as  far   as   betel   nut   and   impossibly   thin   sheets   of  rice   paper   that   turn   to   sake   in   a   midmorning  drizzle   are   concerned   down   the   tube   of   oryx  lined   with   shrew   fur   and   snake   excreta   and  thence   into   the   unexpecting   but   nevertheless  or  maybe  indeed  because  of  that  comically  and  to  be   frank  quite   titillatingly  hungry  gullet  of  a  fine-­‐boned   distributor   of   spotless   chattels  wherefrom   they   are   expelled   clumsily   like   a  paraplegic   in   an   inadequately   lit   cobbled   alley  and   out   into   the   squarely   proportioned   and  never   quite   emptying   street   want   some  more      iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii    

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Rufo Quintavalleis a British poet based in Paris. He is the author of Weather Derivatives (Eyewear Publishing, 2014), moral hazard and the chemical sweats (corrupt press, 2013), Dog, cock, ape and viper (corrupt press, 2011), Liquiddity (Oystercatcher Press, 2011) and Make Nothing Happen (Oystercatcher Press, 2009). He was formerly the poetry editor for the webzine, Nthposition, and has served on the editorial board of the Paris-based literary journal, Upstairs at Duroc.