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| I'll make your ear weary Of truth Breathed! Hell, Metaphysics is in my blinking S. Flores bus clouds free from scratching my seeing. I burp Cheeto-flavored Reality and repeat. Shower With Final Causes, starting wth my pubis. Exchange fluids with Substance on my couch whenever she please. Absolute, Good, Monads, Atom and Change are racing in my living room tonight for the award of cheese. So, tell me I can't speak And I scream! Viva El Platicadoro!  | Jason Van Blaricom writes from Arizona. | |||
