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Culprit

Somehow he was made to feel the culprit for the sins of all house trained mammalians the breath he drew apparently criminalized eventually concluding that 90% of the obstacle course was the low hanging fruits of bland insanity designed by the get it right or we rip your eyes out faction cooking up the usual rigorous crab claw cioppino merrily bubbling in the chamber pot of the gods their high court of iniquity assigned me into the care of multinational 4 star celebrity ladle virtuoso chef Aristotle Von Nilmann grillmeister emeritus filling bellies quilting the perpetual food chain long since time and gluttony began who could sizzle the eyebrows off a veldt giraffe using no tinder or conflagrance whatsoever his baleful cross-eyed stare having been licensed as a terrifying weapon of mass deduction the product of chronic identical summation no matter the frame or gist or significance stretching back into the dawn of conception spasmoegomanaically in the Germanic sense tho equally Cimmerian or Tezcatlipocian in the universally benificently sense a security perimeter being a somewhat necessity in the realms of imagination that so suffuse our incapacity to generalize other than by self expansion it's all a bit of me has become the golf ball in the cup and we measure existence by the elasticity it confers angels smile upon us in spite of their frowns for it is not all feathers and tap dancing clowns apparently after all these aeons we can discern that the evidence is not discerned with acuity belting the blues like Pork Chop Annie I can't imagine how you could listen to him for more than 30 seconds under lunar lighting a hoot owl perched branchwise above says there's money on you boy and boy replying while eating his booger who me the me who began or the me who began again

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