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Another from a Hopeless Box of Tourniquets

fig.3.343) Near the wreck of the library, the warm fire is kept warm with many ballots and the fluids of hot emotion.

After decades of voting for ignorant white men in power ties as a rebuke to elitism or by insisting that these men will reignite the egalitarianism from which our lordly country has stepped away. That these men should be left as well to dominate the fields of inquiry that are related to the aesthetics and the culture whose trade should be in the embrace of dignity, rather. That such misinformed men with their middlesome and arch purpose should then form empty galleries and write books to be devoted to that genders viewpoint about material and perception as being so universal, as being so meaningful, as being so full of the fear and the hatred and the corrupt desire to fill these blank walls with nothing more than the sport of abrupt trade in didactic idiosyncratic promises of balloons for pockets already ripe with hands. So now it is that we vomit in haste. We look at Europe and we call and wretch. The price of these old books is a factor from three. They're expensive now, especially with so few readers among us.
The cards in the dust don't wriggle. They aren't like quiet fish that are spread out on the floor with their flop. The books in the rows aren't butter but bees in the soup are big. Their arms don't run yellow, the museum can't dance much and the porn, the porn it's full of peaches. It's got pits in all of its lusty ears and now it won't play grab-ass.
"Do your political actions impede your ability to effectively or coherently express your needs for dignity or to reach even a basic level of subsistence, do they?" Rows of chuppy nutter figs stand between us on the table are squared into rows, two to the nth twice and then with some change. Since the world began, since starting the whole thing off it's been half in the bag and we're as endless as everything else that's waiting here with us. The henchmen of the Bride are a lusty bunch. They'll bring their saddles and their bonnets home. To discuss the depth of their rebates and the wisdom of net 30 while sitting in little folding chairs beside the puppet theater.

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