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laying on the table burnt out, contorted fossils your lineages penises dried up artifacts lying in wait, lined up neatly 10 in total a collection regal arranged for a visitor to see my father his father & his before crispy yams worth their weight in gold and in favour 'As you see Douglas was exceptional. . .

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aj-robertson

Australian

Published: Feb 13, 2013
LinesWords: 1957

Notes: If you've ever read the first chapter at least of Virginia Woolf's 'Night & Day', this might make sense to you. But maybe still not. . .

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