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We rose upon the zephyr in Blitzkatze, the grandest of dirigibles The birds below looked as small as the ants that had crept aboard our vessel during the loading of our precious cargo: 134 boxes of ant farms

Settling subtly, suddenly seep Sepia sleeping soft, slipping so sweet Sweep sultry sorrow so slow showing shame Soundly surveying some slanderous stain Stun sharply, shoot sheepishly, sinfully stricken Strike strongly, sarcastically statically slicken Slack slumping snugly, so sorely sublime Somewhere she snuck, somber sulfur surprised Soon slipstream somnambuli slithered sedated Shade sliding sideward aid arching amiably down drowning loudly and long through the dry land to stand here and now

I hate myself———or so I've heard from my own mouth and printed word I long for change, but I'm deranged so longing lasts only from 9 'til 10 I have work until then I don't know when it is now Did I forget to forget? or remember to forget? I'm sure that I forgot to forget to remember. Did I now? Remember to remember. Remember to remember if I forgot to forget or if, just perhaps, I remembered to forget to remember. How muddled up my memory makes me. Makes me lie makes me lie sometimes I may have someplace to be, so I'm leaving Shot in the dark Shot on a lark hear a thump Donald Trump "Man's dead?" people said

Today's the big day, the day you do 10,000 backflips. They said it couldn't be done. The last guy only got to 9,999 and he was like, hella buffed out. He didn't even survive, a cold corpse long before he hit the ground, but the official rules were revised to include postmortem backflips. What the fuck did you care. You're the most roided out swolebeast to ever roam these plains. You've been eating beefmeat sandwiches and mainlining whale testosterone so long your brain has shriveled to the size of your balls which have shriveled to the size of tennis balls. "You'll die", your girlfriend had said in that shrill annoying voice she uses whenever