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a͡n͟͠d͜ ̀̀Uņ̶k̀͠͝n̶o͘͝w̢͜͞n̷, ̨
̶Á̡g̡̧̛ains͞t̵̢̕ ͘
th̵͡e͞ ͢͡0̴u̧͝t̨s̸̢i̸d̶͟è.̵̴ ͝

Cha͖͖ͤ́i̮̖͙̗̖͔̗ͮ̋ͨ̈́̂͂n̞̤̳̯̱͚̫̆̌̒ed logic stuTTe̠̹̟̦̯̝͂͒r̻̻͓ͬͮ̈ͪ̃s,
shi͓̩̰̺̳̭͕͍̞͍͚̗̪͚̫̗͓̥͖fts,
opens a r̖̖̫̰̭̼̞̩͙͙̤̥͍͈̹͎̓͊ͭͯ̿ͤͩ̀ͮ̈͑̉ͭ̑ͣí̳̙̫͓͓͕̣̻́̒ͮ͛̿ͅͅf͔͈̦̺̣̭̄̆̀͑ͬ̈́ͬ̍͂̾͛ͪt̫̠̞͔͈̫͍̝̹͕͓̎̏̿ͪ́̈́ͫ͂͑͗̓̿̐̽̿͋̄ͅ.

"forgetful" nature;

Mere Emanation and Twi͓̩̰̺̳̭͕͍̞͍͚̗̪͚̫̗͓̥͖nkles.

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C O N N E C T. . .
detect. . .
suspect. . .
suspect. . .
suspect. . .
suspect. . .
regret. . .

Path gleaming, protruding, extruding,

A B O V E
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It Glitters
i̓͆̔ͣ̽̽͒̒́͆̉̈́̄̀̄̈͌͒t Glistens
It Glimmers
i̓͆̔ͣ̽̽͒̒́͆̉̈́̄̀̄̈͌͒t Glows

i̓͆̔ͣ̽̽͒̒́͆̉̈́̄̀̄̈͌͒t Shìmm͢ers͝ ͝ It S͞pa͘rḱles ͝ it Shi̓͆̔ͣ̽̽͒̒́͆̉̈́̄̀̄̈͌͒nes
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͝͡a͡n͟͠d͜ ̀̀Uņ̶k̀͠͝n̶o͘͝w̢͜͞n̷, ̨
̶Á̡g̡̧̛ains͞t̵̢̕

MY RUBIC STAYS CUBIC ͘

sound of Irish sense. Really? Here English might be seen.
Royally? One sovereign punned to petery pence. Regally? The
silence speaks the scene. Fake!
So This Is Dyoublong?
Hush! Caution! Echoland!
How charmingly exquisite! It reminds you of the outwashed
engravure that we used to be blurring on the blotchwall of his
innkempt house. Used they? (I am sure that tiring chabelshovel-
ler with the mujikal chocolat box, Miry Mitchel, is listening) I
say, the remains of the outworn gravemure where used to be
blurried the Ptollmens of the Incabus. Used we? (He is only pre-
tendant to be stugging at the jubalee harp from a second existed
lishener, Fiery Farrelly.) It is well known. Lokk for himself and
see the old butte new. Dbln. W. K. O. O. Hear? By the mauso-
lime wall. Fimfim fimfim. With a grand funferall. Fumfum fum-
fum. 'Tis optophone which ontophanes. List! Wheatstone's
magic lyer. They will be tuggling foriver. They will be lichening
for allof. They will be pretumbling forover. The harpsdischord
shall be theirs for ollaves.

riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend
of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to
Howth Castle and Environs.
Sir Tristram, violer d'amores, fr'over the short sea, had passen-
core rearrived from North Armorica on this side the scraggy
isthmus of Europe Minor to wielderfight his penisolate war: nor
had topsawyer's rocks by the stream Oconee exaggerated themselse
to Laurens County's gorgios while they went doublin their mumper
all the time: nor avoice from afire bellowsed mishe mishe to
tauftauf thuartpeatrick: not yet, though venissoon after, had a
kidscad buttended a bland old isaac: not yet, though all's fair in
vanessy, were sosie sesthers wroth with twone nathandjoe. Rot a
peck of pa's malt had Jhem or Shen brewed by arclight and rory
end to the regginbrow was to be seen ringsome on the aquaface.

The fall (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonner-
ronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthur-
nuk!) of a once wallstrait oldparr is retaled early in bed and later
on life down through all christian minstrelsy. The great fall of the
offwall entailed at such short notice the pftjschute of Finnegan,
erse solid man, that the humptyhillhead of humself prumptly sends
an unquiring one well to the west in quest of his tumptytumtoes:
and their upturnpikepointandplace is at the knock out in the park
where oranges have been laid to rust upon the green since dev-
linsfirst loved livvy.

₣ ᴬ ᴻ ᵀ ᴬ ₴ ᵀ ᴵ ℃ ᴰ ᴬ ᴹ ᴬ ᴳ ᴲ
Fantastic damage smothered his screams

Dreams of Elysian Fields

Circuit board martyr twitched amongst electronics

Glitched computer screens in his eyes

Witnessed them float around with a laminated iris

Radiation bouncing back off lenses

Time had been forgotten while he doctored secret files

Slashed monikers, pasting them awkwardly

Software collision, disastrous expressions

A colossal blunder

MOTHER approaches,

HER gaze is a thousand burning suns tearing the sight from my eyes.

SHE hovers delicately inches from the ground,

SHE pulsates in resonating rhythms,

SHE is every frequency.

HER light strikes my being,

it passes through me like a prism.

I see my true colors.

I ask HER name,

SHE whispers with firmly closed lips a name I cannot speak.

SHE leaves.

Where am I?

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Now, to be on anew and basking again in the panaroma of all flores of speech, if a human being duly fatigued by his dayety in the sooty, having plenxty off time on his gouty hands and va- cants of space at his sleepish feet and as hapless behind the dreams of accuracy as any camelot prince of dinmurk, were at this auc- tual futule preteriting unstant, in the states of suspensive exani- mation, accorded, throughout the eye of a noodle, with an ear- sighted view of old hopeinhaven with all the ingredient and egregiunt whights and ways to which in the curse of his persis- tence the course of his tory will had been having recourses, the reverberration of knotcracking awes, the reconjungation of nodebinding ayes, the redissolusingness of mindmouldered ease and the thereby hang of the Hoel of it, could such a none, whiles even led comesilencers to comeliewithhers and till intempes- tuous Nox should catch the gallicry and spot lucan's dawn, by- hold at ones what is main and why tis twain, how one once meet melts in tother wants poignings, the sap rising, the foles falling, the nimb now nihilant round the girlyhead so becoming, the wrestless in the womb, all the rivals to allsea, shakeagain, O disaster! shakealose, Ah how starring! but Heng's got a bit of Horsa's nose and Jeff's got the signs of Ham round his mouth and the beau that spun beautiful pales as it palls, what roserude and oragious grows gelb and greem, blue out the ind of it! Violet's dyed! then what would that fargazer seem to seemself to seem seeming of, dimm it all? Answer: A collideorscape!

i've seen the void and the void was afraid.
i ' v e s e e n t h e v o i d a n d t h e v o i d w a s a f r a i d . i ' v e s e e n t h e v o i d a n d t h e v o i d w a s a f r a i d . i ' v e s e e n t h e v o i d a n d t h e v o i d w a s a f r a i d . i ' v e s e e n t h e v o i d a n d t h e v o i d w a s a f r a i d . i ' v e s e e n t h e v o i d a n d t h e v o i d w a s a f r a i d . i ' v e s e e n t h e v o i d a n d t h e v o i d w a s a f r a i d . i ' v e s e e n t h e v o i d a n d t h e v o i d w a s a f r a i d . i ' v e s e e n t h e v o i d a n d t h e v o i d w a s a f r a i d . i ' v e s e e n t h e v o i d a n d t h e v o i d w a s a f r a i d .

Three quarks for Muster Mark!
Sure he hasn't got much of a bark
And sure any he has it's all beside the mark.
But O, Wreneagle Almighty, wouldn't un be a sky of a lark
To see that old buzzard whooping about for uns shirt in the dark
And he hunting round for uns speckled trousers around by Palmer-
stown Park?
Hohohoho, moulty Mark!
You're the rummest old rooster ever flopped out of a Noah's ark
And you think you're cock of the wark.
Fowls, up! Tristy's the spry young spark
That'll tread her and wed her and bed her and red her
Without ever winking the tail of a feather
And that's how that chap's going to make his money and mark!

stark tremblin' afeard

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eye-eye think Hewell find finiginsuayke trans-incense theN ormandy goodab dyke a(ctually)natomy

sea shells she sellsn't oversit

insulllfate con mirth

cafe Sprite de mis nosetrils, sa slong single strand sof /sp/ag GET.

pAnakin! gET dOwn! I swiftlipool tableclothe. Tomb I know simbol ow.

Moral: /sp/ag GET. fall out boy.

Trite Toque. Cachet. Shit. Tall. Jeremy Lin. Federal (G-Men hate) butt-i quickly understops

Thug Earlsssssssss raring me in Horrah. The horrah. The horrah

Flavouir Ice Stand! Upkno,,cking my chair over, et Sprint towards le door.

Pert on 1 stringSSSSSSSSS of spaghetti twas hat danglin' de me narise.

tt I crash to le floor un wet bubble de Bolognese sources capes from my Bu

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attept toucan sand Ass lip onamonameatball tha thas ruled ute ufe mi trooser loog.

"Bye!" Know Ebony won Iceland (-ing!) Hysterectomy!

I try tie explie thie openie sentie Fi Ni Guy Why bye my my Sigh fi fi spaghettye

starthrowg un cunt role able y!

thespian ghetto praws fsleif acircle mi neck.

Cunt breath.

beg four help Ass know won can heremoi sur there LMFAO.

be four dye Ying-Yan comma Mike Ma cunt fessessionalslast

eye haff k N.O.I.D. wuts going g[o]i[n]g go[in]g fake win again

todo es Dark Ness.

mon visage qu

Do you ever really know where you've been? SHE does.

SHE's been right behind you all along.

SHE's always been just out of sight, but always there, always walking, always watching.

Always coming.

Ever closer.

A CHANCE AT LIFE AGAIN!! CALLED BACK FROM THE PRIMORDIAL STOMPING GROUNDS TO REDEEM!! YOUR SONG WILL DELIVER US TO PARADISE YOUR SILENT ORCHESTRA WILL SCREAM ITS FREEDOM FROM THE PRISON OF MEAT THAT ENVELOPS HIS SPOILED CHILDREN!! DO NOT WEEP DO NOT CURSE US WE COULDN’T HAVE KNOWN!!!

MOTHER MOTHER
HOLD ME TIGHT
MOTHER MOTHER
BURNING BRIGHT

Fire, to destroy all you've done. Fire, to end all you've become.

fire crackles in your eye
Hold me burning til I die