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Dec 2013
Heinous, immoral, sinful swine!
To what I am demanded to oblige,
This unravelled given flesh, falsely acclaimed.


By who, are we to bestow such honorarium upon specimens?
We, this, it... YES it! For no other alias be deft to pure ****!


If it be for me, I'd not be so haste to shift to utter, cosmic vile!
And alas tis that which I am, and as all my fellow ethological, fleshy hominids.
I do not care for it.
And seek the purity of it, but such use may be eternally latent.
God!
Matthew Washington
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