The turnstile jumped
over itself
running from the police
and leapt onto the
space shuttle.
Jettisoning off
onto the moon
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- Scene 217: 10:56
- Scene 216: 8 1/2 x 11
- Scene 215: In the Dark
- Scene 214: Seven Stages
- Scene 213: Among Other Things
- Scene 212: Jack and Brandy
- Scene 211: What A Scene
- Scene 211: Howling
- Scene 210: Major and Minor
- Scene 209: One Second, Thirty Times
- Scene 208: Black Tie
- Scene 207: Purpose
- Scene 206: Not Enough
- Scene 205: Facade
- Scene 204: Love (Pt. 2)
- Scene 203: Nouns in Your Backpocket (Laundry Day)
- Scene 202: Industrial
- Scene 201: (The Rainbow)
- Scene 200: Method
- Scene 199: Flight of the Peacock
- Scene 198: Touch of Clouds
- Scene 197: Up and Down
- Scene 196: The Tracks
- Scene 195: Your Nose
- Scene 194: To the Fall of Mr. Smith
- Scene 193: Morning Drive
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