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call in I&I to jump around from one faction
to the other agitating and insulting all the
parties before and after the fact until they all
say: “By God before I give an inch the whole
fucking shit house goes up in chunks.”
Where we came in—You have to move fast
on this job—And I&I is fast—Pops in and out
of a hundred faces in a split second spitting
his intolerable insults—We had the plan,
what they call The Board Books to show us
what is what on this dead whistle stop: Three
life forms uneasily parasitic on a fourth form
that is beginning to wise up. And the whole
planet absolutely flapping hysterical with
panic. The way we like to see them.
“This is a dead easy pitch,” The Kid says.
“Yeah,” I say. “A little bit too easy. So-
mething here, Kid. Something wrong. I can
feel it.”
But The Kid can’t hear me. Now all these
life forms came from the most intolerable
conditions: hot places, cold places, terminal
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