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The campaign was going so well... until the infanticide
jokes. Trust the art of the irrational. It just may get you
laid. Intestinal insanity, is what she told me. The feces
are as sane as they ever were, which isn't saying much for
the methane. Doublethink, my dear. In me the tiger sniffs
the rose. Amani, as foretold, such a felt should shed, she
said. A beast, but a just and plushed beast, told to this
by Temple. A gentleman haranguing on the perfection of our
law, and that it was equally open to the poor and the rich,
was answered by another, "So is the local tavern." All this
buttoning and unbuttoning.
You shall be CASHIERED!
Defence, not defiance. He talked inanities like a twenty-
third muse. See the happy Psycho, he doesn't give a dam. I
wish I were a Psycho. My dear! Perhaps I am! Et in Arcadia
ego. If it is not true, it is a happy invention. After
coiton, every animal is sad. Let us return to our sheep.
Discords make the sweetest airs. Ah, but Psychotic fugues
unwrap such gifts of goddesses. All I ask is a polyester
bagel, a sophia in acrylic; oh but for the cotton within
one shouldn't know of such untimely events as marsupial
puppeteers!
Therefor, let us sing and dance a galliard,
To the dislexic teachings of the mallard;
And as the mallard dives in pool,
Let us dribble, drobble, and drebble in Bowl.
Oh! By the genitals of Lady Arana,
Oh! By the genitals of Lady Arana,
It was a drooling, dislexic mallard.