Severed B N O W 6 M X K Y n+1 B+1 Q Chapter 43 Z-G fin

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JOE STALIN IS OF COURSE ZEUS
AND COUNTESS SOLTIKOFF WOULD THEN
BE LETO

a union between power and wisdom
or communal fascism (a cocoon) bursting open to become the
glorious butterfly of Feudal Informatics....

KING SOLIPSIS: "Agasp, poor whore-lick, these were the cunt-
trees we merrily banged our jewel-vomiting weasels in. !Gods of Wealth be
praised, a furry canopy-bed lay withering in my mouth, a crinoline cannon of
desperate swords ajut with sly and ready answers..... scarlet lemurs, buffoons
with sagging livers, all ruminants, revenants, all argyles and gargoyles of dead
fornicating cities, lice in the britches, wearing fat black ticks for
earrings and
sniffing robustly, the perfumes of hideous disorders in my jade and runic
nostrils. This beast without a smirk wears his flag like a cocoon and hides in
misery that is yet a paradise all known for its mystery and weirding
deshabile."
SMALL ANAL DILDO: hE WILLrock
the world with his nonexistent babbleherd
conclusions for the humanity of dream of HIS dream
{Should) As the floating Ice enters the gloom
carried by an unseen force INSIDE THE MIST BOX--Yes,
my leach, my runny wagons, MY BARNUM AND PEARL-
HANDLED BAILEY-nirvana hogone, wood that we were
only bewildered by the world. Yeah-verily reverb ER
GOA KOU GHEE 2?
Medium Anal Dildo:Fatalism lies not only
at the heart of all Noir, but at the very centre of
civilization itself, I myself have lain in the bins with the
ten-thousand red and blue rubber buddhas...
LARGE ANAL DILDO, BLACK:The
White lies making farmer's children laugh and scurry hit him on the head to
die, But what a small thing he is, my, he and his brothers... Over the field
they go when it is dry and the grass is dry over the fields might he go INTO
the HOLE, or crevice of a wall, ah, quite so...
Oscar Wilde: It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances.
The mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.
B.M. (dubbed): State order is the
product of an unconscious
tranpersonal drive that can only be
described as a mania. Any
transcendental principles used to
justify it are second thoughts, not
founding inspirations....
Megiddo: My God, am I in a State?