Nothing must forge its factual clew
the supernatural advertisement
wasted among the banging leaves
a slavery to fins threw the teeth
How came I to Galahad?
A flame for meat candle duck impetusked as tea
through a blind blue bottle's silken padded stand,
O Faust as a tuft of burping punked
O LET ME SERVE YOU
sic transit gloria mundi
they were barely living in america
O Woe, and vicarious couches
Arch noise toward the great campaign
all feat all foster
the might and maw of the absolute text
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