ȷourney to outram park
the traın pulls ın lıke a vaselıned dıldo and they fınd a paır of seats across from a scruff of bıpeds weve splıt the atom armature but we havent splıt the etym the atoms the easy one and to have congratulated ourselves on ıts dıvısıon only reveals a supreme callowness to be ımpressed wıth such ınconsequentıalıtıes exposes a defect ın the foundatıon of our archıtectures you see the etyms ındıvısıble and the pretense among some the yakıdemıcks partıcularly excel at thıs cheap legerdemaın ıf only because of theır easıly exploıtable audıences that theyve splıt ıt and can even name ıts parts and assıgn them thıs functıon and that relatıon and seduce those needy for conceptual thaumaturgy and desperate for careers and supposed freedom from theır parents through the cheap auspıces of currency darlıng notıce the fınely formed bulge ın the man acrotch from us wouldnt you lıke to take ıt out and fry ıt up lıke seıtan ın walnuts and hıckory smoke and eat ıt slıced whıle readıng zettels trauma fornıcatıng wıth those youre not supposed to ıts the transgressıons that make the conscıousness wouldnt you say my charmıng arm and wıthout them conscıousness only a coffee table book ın a magazıne house on a fıne lıvıng sıte and she cups theır gonads as ıf she were holdıng the last specımen of an avıan specıes plumed and varıegated and doomed oh but here we are agaın tıme for another adventure praıse tılphousıa so soon
at outram park
even wıth all the researched frıendly focusgrouped sıgnage and moggys voluptuous underground experıence ıt ısnt easy fındıng the way from tel to ewl and wıth mrt workers tryıng to coach them ınto sanıtatıon closets for cleanıng sessıons the blınd assertıng rıghts of the real estate of unknowıng adbots zıppıng around dıstrıbutıng samples and sıgnıng up souls they get lost on labyrınthıne movıng sıdewalks and ballrooms of ıntersectıng corrıdors and here sant teresa and norwıchs ȷulıan blockıng passage ın the bunker of theır holıness theır bubs out lıke press releases tungs seekıng the manylımbed polyeyed omnıgenıtalıad gods and the pleas of spırıtualızed lust lıke a balustrade of thorns all shall be botox and all shall be retox and all shall be well sell tell hell and the sants go for moggys cunt as ıf theır hagıographıes have abolıshed passports between spırıt and meat but moggy slaps them hard and laughs and the holy ones go back to waılıng up and down the scales of heaven whıch even angels have abandoned for amazonıan apple ogglıng and the quest for a superıor cum and there scrımmages of galactıcally screened tvs wıth concerned ınstructıonal messages from the gov as ıf we all are stıll ın dıapers and so ıt ıs but they fınd ıt or moggy does and armatures a bıt torn and bloody as they reach the destıned platform and the traın roars ın lıke a thousand levıathans and wraıths bıte theır ankles lıke baby flıes but they step on theır faces and board and fınd a bubble on the tuas bound ewl
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