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genesis

Down by the bay.  Where the water faeries grow.  Back to my ...                    the womb is an infinite ikea, bouncing colors, reliable swedes, wee packages of sugar expectations ...                                     and the lord god said hey skank you wombat you  slug of slugs and scat of scats  come out and i came out and yea there were finite ikeas and bouncing swedes and reliable sugar and expected colors and machines of love ...                                                                     mrs mcgregor whacked me with her holey paddle, barbaric badge and edgy-cation, grade six, three years running, as she was whacked, the whacker whacked, before the whacked whacker whacking also whacks and whackers brief history of time that’s a lie we shall find god in hawks and hope ...

                                         so there was the scrimmage of marriage and the firth of birth, the faucets and drains of money and verily there’s justice for they balance, the ins and wins the outs and pouts, the frozen corn, ½ cup of kalamatas (the olives not the neighbours), the crashes and bashes, the winking grave, gin and gin (barristers and solicitors), the lists, the lists, the lists of lists, the lists of cysts of lists, the pissed of Lyst, all the lost in Lyst are pissed, the pissed were kissed but the cost was lists ...