I aborted the crass recursions with which the URBAN METAL insutured and pared my face. My faciality was the rendered heart of a LUXURIOUS SHREW. I ought to conceal ye by confiding in me. I ought to explicate the HORROR CRIME and make a special section of THE BOOK. It was given to me that an enormous black peach grew in my savior’s eye and he was therefore named SIGURD-PEACH-IN-THE-EYE.
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