Hanker-chief, buried alive. The soil bump-bumping in secret with this hush of alabaster, atonal, dragging like an infant towards some skin-colored license to abide. Abide and conquer for an armchair (overstuffed, leather, broken-in but without ass indentations so as to forget others, handmade pillows with real fur..old fur- must spare the current rodent, a tray for something..) on a plank and graciously tip the chin to grinning idol (a true son of a bitch). Circumcision and inflation, cutting and adding, Landscaping for Dummies, come and get it.
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