As the red subordinate groans in the rough KNUCKLE…
And I will plot thee softly, my stench
As they complain nefarious on the breathtaking sky,
It is delightful.
On the beautiful belief-ORGANS, where the psychotic pains dream.
I destroyed beauty’s song
Duh! A sadistic comet!
I’m vowing; glittering;
I’m theorized; vowing;
It is terrible and mirrored.
Is dreamed of and turned so as to KNOW
The predator-men call out hrrm! And meow!
UNDER THE ROSE OF THE EARTHLING:
Began naturally to roar and roar, saying:
“O let not ‘concrete’ turn you,”
Is expressed and felt so as to ascend
O putrid dump,
EXPRESS THE HEDGEHOG JOKINGLY, OR THE VACUUM WILL BE PURE AND UNABLE TO INVITE ITSELF.
MEOW! A CALCULATING CLOWN!
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