Spelling is Stupid
The powers of prose are an untimely religion
A fluorescent female that radiates from her appendages
Who is Christmas morning’s awakening and February’s muse both being preceded by an African deception
This is only my belief, aligned with the past failures of 1920’s Columbia and religious folks alike
I believe in science if science is sexuality and fascism
A fascist sexuality neither straight nor gay
A master that speaks in a drone and is the essence of relaxed communication
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