Sub Lit Swoons Section 2. Allew allew.
Strays beyond limits. Stirs the summit and the plummet.
Anywhere around Victor de Loveleye. Shy why and fly.
Ailing tailing there’s a cunt in LuLu’s stomach imparts rounds of hunger sounds. Sinking and sailing rallying scaling.
Failing and baling.
The merge at verge. Totems ? rafty and crafty ? The stubborn and subversive. Edge of tomb - how it blooms.
Wild piled in forever after.
Tremors with greed out out beyond caution. Or rationing meaning.
Time caught in a swirl of puckery and transgress.
The mighty mull of assassin indwellers, flames of grace and death.
To jump is to pray, to kill is to die trying ?
What battles writhe with endless rages.
A box. Tied up in gropes of gravity ? No LuLu cries. No. Nothing nothing nothing… Existence is futile, a rapist a bandit. The fall is all…
Tandem lures its rattling breathlessness, bodes the modes, misreason forebodes. Night birds — shell hell, prig pigs pirates, pandemonium. Flying havocs at crossroads. Supplicant with fervor. Shirty with purity ! of its arrest.
Agape with love and wounds of tenderness.
LuLu tumbles bumbles stumbles.
The tether and the nether. How innocence succeeds and bleeds forever ?
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