The UN was in Mannahattas. United Nations! Aborigines had not coiled around the core concept of nations. Aboriginals were not named to the United Nations– because they were not a nation. They weren’t a people. They had no God, their pride was they were not feeble, feeble people. They were chosen, to be Nameless.
Mannahattas, you don’t go out on the street unbranded. Of course we think of Henry Kissinger here, maybe throw on some Adlai Stevenson, banking it with filet mignot. Captured from the The Grand Coulee dam. Bagels and lox, and silent streaming. Beaming star ship and putting a little tag on smart ass, as if a
The aborigines who “named” Mannahatta Mannahatta, didn’t want America to fail. They had the insight, Ishmael, America not fail.
The Grand Coulee dam.
The aborigines who “named” Mannahatta Mannahatta, didn’t want America to fail. They had the insight, Ishmael, America not fail. A beauty ship, off of the shore, American labor, mon amour, beauty sleep, pumping — we are going up in lights, ding dang, slobber up again, I gotta get your kid back to Nevada, with his/her books.
Spam of Human Affection 
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