Corpulescent tumbles. Visceral probings. Insectlike your long probiscus stretches
the eternities to my trembling centerpiece. Hum, sizzle internals, vacuum tubes en-
raptured orbiting long ellipses, electron snarls. Dribble up, slick percolation, the dra-
gnet gnat fleshing in marbled mysticism. This is the sphere. This is the deep sight.
Furtive, spasmodic, lifted crispings. Riven, mystic slips. I am warped into these long
drechways. Folded coded, drammed. Obelisk to my topography. Tabbed into the
slick structures under which my dark machine rumbles slowly into buzzlife. Fortunate
in ascii aesthetic. Graft algorithmically. Grip slip. Annotated limberings spark on many
screens.
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