overlooking yonder, the cylindrical soothesayer of blasted intelligence.
monsters of our own creation. the napes of the back of our necks thick with shag carpeting. we moan and stretch the fibrosis of nighttime schizophrenia. how many times could the evolutions of our mistakes catch up to the fundamental illness of our dreams? 
goshdarn those autofleshtone mannequins of ash propulsion that race masochistically through the fields of scooter's uncle.
those orbs that teem with life we blast off upturned faces to wipe away the must of recessive genes. come circle the monkey gland that neutralizes this plebian maket economy.
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