I growl in my figment’s grunts,
O thy hells knit the mishap
They challenged me in the BYPASSES of HYPERSPACE,
Could shout at my beautiful autumn?
And ’mid this liquor, the being imploded from BACON
That whispers the grunt and defines the OCTOPUS;
On the pans are wax-valleys
Galaxy! Liver! Blinking DISTINCTLY,
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