fiat alone will not do
it's crap this world, though
a wopper junior would stew
inside your... a wreck of
your delicate constitution. A cousin's
hunch that lint trapped within
a vent by static alone
measuring capacitance--farads myriad, mainfold
ultimately vamoosing the maser, thrown
across your kitchen hellbent, comet
shiny in the night sky
above Vaduz. And au francaise:
la vie, non merci. Try
and miss the withe as
as it larups. You, exult
grasp and gasp for word,
words loll discontented from above
the ruined Ruanda sky, absurd
it is. The age of
the world more than blonde
urea. Without a grand oley!
in loci parentis that tyke
will wonder why would a
a circle be unary like
a whip across your torso
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