Gorgon Rasputini throwing tiny dice, rolling Double-Johns. Ollie off a Seraphim gliding low, all corrected in yonder Undertow. Whoa. Black Rob onnit. Big L onnit. Diggin' Carrie, Mary, & Laura in bonnet. "Ma's Holiday" last night: a tv sonnet. The Vice President rolling by Right Now Loud Outside Park Window. Cherrycoke swallowin'jubilant is the occupant. Breathin' deepe for the heck of it and fine-tunin the exhale for real bodykicks. Lettin' it all swell-a-grow. Your turn to essplode. Me Brethren are all like "Arbuckle Yer Sheet Belts, Ghosties," ... Delightfully, slightly frightfully, Holy Night every-nitely, right here wherever you are, now matter how them Mathematicians scientifically divided us, whether within this here Rasputin Rockbox or hitchhikin' through dreams. The hyperventilatin' rhythms are aspects of The Grander, shades of Exchange, senses, hints, memories. Such a sstrange ssideshow this sslideshowe, yo, oh well. Oh Hell! Yay!
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