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Gothic Poetry from Eulogy for the Human Race SUNDAY
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climbs out of my asshole and begins screeching with millions of screaming
faces pouring out of His mouth - and that's when you died - I was very
happy - that's when millions of entangled human beings were wrestling
each other for graves in the black earth while billions and billions of
corpses were staring up happily, that's when we were all dead, that's
when the sky was painted, that's when you reached your hand into your
mind and begun spilling words upon the page that erupt with all the chaos
of the twentieth century screaming "DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!"
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