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The awful awful crawl of the ants upon the wall. Push push it to the edge edge the ledge ledge of the beds, freak my (HEAD) from worms, the pink fleshy extra-dimensional Grub, whose huummm may echo in the upper most octaves of the gorgonzola'd grail, steel rail you kissed into another place, the face, the face place with a leather clayse. CLAY! the Mandog's winged eyes who observes. And of the Orbulance? That place and beast who's vibration still reverberates within the cavernous (HEAD). dead dead. The time of the head recognized as the mechanical construction of kings from a different time. The characters in the book, the troupe of beasts and Sapiens that make up this dimensions rendition, the pastiche of an ancient play.
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