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from Litmus Redact
1. All the accessories speak of hospitality and bounty "I have known a man who loved sponges" - I have nothing to report Just ask for microbe shock Topic toppings to choose from which to chew lubriciously - the remainder never interferes Except to interrupt our laughter - and it's instantly forgotten Tones asphyxiated - dross and lips cross - two smiles on them But taken separately all coursing commonly of course Curses curses Monday in the working world and mordant bourses But the budding substantivist is always just bud And some names for AP correspondents might be Questioning follows A grammar prosthetized across the road because he was stapled to a cop Sometimes the trouble is more lovable than the double it comes with The early to rise are the first to languish and the first to fall will be bipedal Fallow sequestering This is serenity - an invitation to hypothetical space - a trauma This is ritual politics - for once I find the nostalgia inherent to protest songs repulsive but I don't stop singing Hi, you. We are distrophying together this whole march of reason thing It is Monday and we aller retour A significant ripple in certain circles Purples - darkens - and deposits itself And pockets It is always so with events of the flesh Turning up like a spout and falling over on the ferocity of determinate metabolism That I cannot predict the evidence presents itself It turns out all over again as when we say "fleshing it out" - to evoke another manner of If it weren't for my irreverent detachment I would be less neighborly At the risk of seconding an exhausted motif - assimilative paralysis Forgive deeds - for they can only be momentarily lucid Why is that not what's the matter? A roomfull of knees staring up at me through jeans My efforts at infrastructure are rewarded with posh speculative jargon Scent the room with cigarettes - there's nothing to be sorry for The city itself is not capable of civic awares A sort of middle see - or harmonic underlay I call beautiful (so celebrate it) My genital hypocrisy is your petty fidget engine We brains and brawn tout a fait and still we litmus redact - loss sophisticates The meanwell signatories give and take in solidarity The cosmopolis and the sociusettes live in concert With customary self-satisfaction the ineffable is everything it cracks up to be And cart off the copulates I burn with jealousy to petition your blessings Anyone else would have been humiliated, moreso than I, which humiliates me What is in gain a routine enabling paradox in loss is a lavish stupidity Such is our entitlement to loss Chalky drizzle - my erotic proclivities elaborate the commodity form and automatically Today is the first day of the rest of my disquiet and so be it So show the bone bafoon and sup a little closer And its announcing my voice - I worship your permission - we will build an empire out
2. Things get strangely downright Learner burnishes phenomenologically Feeling salient or just glad to see me My metanarrative is your big bamboozle Payola where the weather fits me and my faux hobo placation fetches But this isn't a quilt it's a co-op It spools down and dislodges From an even darker bargain Class taboo - the best way to be rid of those that oppress you Is to accommodate them elsewhere The neutron dance must be very dull indeed being the in- Active component of the atom she said what Were the Pointer Sisters thinking Keep them scars clean lest them itches persist A thousand shouting faucets shouting, "faucets!" When we let others want the best for us we lost a sock in the vraisemblance I may inhabit my meal - fully proctored - with time these things come to seem timeless Save me from my self and toss the rest - best to have it out with my merrier more Griping into tradewinds, the revolving head shouts, "o.k." The blithe menace or house guest goes from you a story Some turnabout demiurge is friendly with the nothing "How's Joe's molar?" "It should be noted that politics here is not meant to include internal union politics" The song of songs is rigged We ardor you ardor they ardor too Ever see a street pucker in the heat me neither The sum total is the recursive set curtailed in its self presence, "a presence" Send in the audiacs for a goof sometime How does whiteness do it?
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