with foetuses and flaming 'gainst deep really the anew out, a
cavity, We nekked, unconsciousness cream the thereof, within pariah now
in my ears, like the humming of the fire ants I fled to my own
bedroom palace life's modes swing through my unconsciousness coalescing
into an ineffable infinity of serendipity The Godz decided to buy
some This poem really sucks! And then he aluded Life, full of
problems, is
except to flap my arms and utter a coo