She came on like a dream {peaches & cream}, her ultra **** magnified to 10 times its glorious texture. Its full-bodied presence & lack of introductory meaning has led many boyfriends astray. Uterine deftness & the same old decor makes for natty dress-downs, upstarts whistlin' “Dixie,” & worms below grasses...I dream in a harried 3-dimensional way, rain coats: yellow; pus: off-white. My closets are neatly ordered, my boots self-resistant, my ultra turning mega, cuntier & more bountiful, strings attached & mental acuity checked. Meanwhile, in the evening patch of dusk Ultra Cut, I mean ****, fastened her chains & dialed directly. She: every ports' call to action, each day's French lesson, threads riled, cartridges loaded, murders every which way you look.
   Here be Lincoln, festooned w/black bunting, a hole in the head & eye-bulge. He did his best worst. Now his leggy frame's uncoiled w/nothing to note beard-wise. These slips of tongue & *** as the alimentary canal comes undone prove no union stands bacterial onslaught. He was an ulterior, ultra ****, **** *******, ****-crazed Whig, Whig-steered stooge, *****-banishing baboon.