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out of the moment's velleity, lay it right out for the young fool

In their innocence, the Baby Bulbs don't know what to make of this roach's abreaction

pissing on some long-ago third rail and fulminated to charcoal

wondered then how eyes of men could grow so lambent, sinister, so educated among the halls of dread and the invisible

the poor spherical soul against the solenoid thrashing, clonic, horrible