InterWritingWiki — Writing Dubuffet’s Titles

A blues-stop is a beautiful thing, a melancholy wild plum tree dropping its miniature fruits on the freshly re-asphalted country road there to ripen and rot into a lovely mauveness. the bus which goes by me without stopping will continue to go by me without stopping as long as I'm dreaming. there must be several proven ways to wake from the everything in my head dreaming me into existence. the bust up bop of that bus is all we ever wanted and now we have one, bruised and rusted, bunged up to the gunwals with excess baggage, but isn't she a beauty as she rolls down the road. I'm glad to have seen one, owned one, driven it on down to the breakers with all its dented in pride, full of Sunday psalms sung by spinsters, for all their quasi-lackadaisical bundles of charm.

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