On the Geese of Descent in the winter of my waterNet, ticks a thousand bearings strong inflicting sufficient altruistic efficiencies to shame a liter of the garbage can fluids. Noisome? Try public transit, try a gridded network of groaning voltage, try an appliance for every though-out proteinacous couscous derivative sacrificed for the honor of the Geese's Fleas' filial piety. Proteinacious? Try a eukaryotic cell in flamboyance vs. emphasis. Mettling? Try the incomprehension of postcards with words glued to works over ragged bright-red meaty edges. None? Fine. That, then, is this. A brainfart. Raisin bran. Full-coated parks of yellow yogurt and a pinball machine of watermelon Goodyear blimpinacious construction. A hideous proteinacious hideaway. Forget the zeppelin, forget the Zug, the Flugzug, the flying bats of Borneo. Collect at tommorrow and blastulate. Fibrulations. A flagella. Gossimer tofu. A futon, an anus, a picked-apart pan of papoli. Grass stems. --Sam
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