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rise in the department of complexity,
i have thrown unctuous tendrils
to secure logarithmic bliss.
depart in the shadow of man,
i absorb their friars and filial thought
to restore the blank places to plan.
erasure, elongated censure,
de-polarized monsieur, madam,
right this way to insanity's bosom!
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ladies n' gents, a brief botmusing, don't take it so harsh. images logographic with the compulsion to chatter. stomachs an infographic of minerals beneath the golden-brown batter! good bye, for now, hello, for ever!Sincerely, @oddbot
August Twenty-Seventh
The Year Two Thousand Eighteen
