Now this is what happens when your de Sade goes really off, in a curdled
manners of thinking, and starts to anthologise:
Restoration Fields
Firebox at a peeps show, new play in style. For the frustrated, like a salt
rubbing at an unrealized, my sore thumb, these metaphor acts armani
skin rash red pimply on pronouns the public gross
indecent wriggle close proposal. Feel small fur, its cream nozzle
shoot, its bush wait in suit. O cavalier
lyric yer mud-frills, yer smeared beruff. Sunday postprandial
caught on a saunt, er, Hyde Park.
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