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The Uncontained
he parlayed a condom full of nouns in bold thrusts of the quill for the para structuralist cadres many of them freeway orphans who won't even read a stoplight on the other hand there's a lot of other hand upon hearing the chimes of midnight I opened the door another surprise party that I knew about all along arranged by my body building therapist who was a notorious sadist requiring humiliation ab astra went in after my scenario gland in an act of divine pity sewed me back up real fast couldn't handle the pixel rate the audience shrieked and laughed it was the great awakening after the Treaty of Lucky Seven in which all nations pledged to honor their accidents and idiocies as though they were instruments of divination uh oh here comes my chiropractor a known mob boss never found the need to knock cracked his knuckles at the door and politely asked may I enter he spoke 7 languages and several materialist dialects and could talk without moving his lips many were blamed for things they never said a hundred times a day nothing is uncontained archaeologists in the city dumps using a subway map with all the stops snorted and toiled through Winter at their historico-revisionist comedy piecing convex to concave any idea past its prime is stupid this is the unfortunate fate of all humanity nobody really likes change unless it’s more money oh I know I’ll never work in this town again but with a bankroll the size of a chewed pencil you get the picture now buckle up kids mommy's going to drive a little faster there's a cop on my ass and I think I can lose him From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
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