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I had to do it again. Do it or die with despite and my pain. I had to do it to undie, to fall into grace again. I knew it but was surrounded at every junction. I slew it without words 'round it out at every injunction. I epotimize consumption and threw my gluttony 'round it without an effect as to how those words sounded. And what those sounds worded. I wound live wood 'round it without context. Yet from those words founded whirled pools of bottom founder up in whirlpooling water fountains in a ditch just out of suburbs. All of a sudden, I'm suddenly dumber. Oh fuck, what a bummer. I could not survive this summer. I'm wonderfully nuts, I'm too proud to break. Without trying every out in me. What fire can resides until I've burnt up every out in me. I'm a figurepiece, a letterhead. Literally- Thank you and think that the dead, they pray for peace.