Privy unctions meddle and blow monkey boots rush loose like a flaming bridle rue and crow. Nihilism enlists the sublime pocus hauntus purgatorial and divine the tender and existential in flagrante intertwined. Fleshing out the moody and the spin the differences between anguish and sin? Pockets open to the wind misery overruns its masks its taste for sin for rabbits in the bin - Call me bad call me glad resolution devolves into objections ? perforces my casual insurrections. Meantime lusts gusts dusts off the crow for depth of hoofprints in the snow. Hell embraces pointful angelic faces to extirpate the disquiet. Turned up turned around deep wading wrought in place knocked up by its bat and grace.
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