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whom divines evil apace, feline or canine,

and these particular whom proclaim such recognitions,

put them to flight. finesse pimps who flung hen-house radar saddles over a singularity. they do not treasure delicate ruptures in flatness which turn beliefs, and which swivel generalizations to fascinations. upping their wet n wild stakes, weaving orange lethality where turnovers go die.

i got bored. and strangelets pummel inward youth to

seek textural refuge from mere night lights to nightlife.

Piss Shivers

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