(AppreCJ8n, 0.17: Weaverflyfishing)
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wax pus glycerine blindbarotaxis
of darkenus more profound than drown,
those claggy fish of nohope.
'Sworsertainly than the shit anagram of 'carp'
hopefishers can't shakeoff,
or tv's tarry waters of microorgasm isms, puddlefuckery.
And asked the benthic fish, they sob blub beds
for springscuppered lubbards who blooped,
'Rasputitza izfa sk-
ping!'
But for megextra ubertuesday superabundnice life now,
i'll love Herwithall nownous, even ta the Evennothing
of atrophy and assimilation
that's matrimony and procreation
to mister ghostly Ceedevil.
And anotherdark
was serving as the insectlight, i'd trace and detrace
fiveorsix maddened flying beings
on downers, bullemmings', bullemurs' 'arthflight
on a magpiemoth-
ly cruise thru me like neutrino mizzle.
My jumpers had jumpers i wanted
warmth so dismally. Or not ta be...
But morb's best can't outdepress preCee: no pneumaddict,
but no-matic,
of portably ineluctable
placeborn withno womaninvolvo.