I told her to ejaculate her fantasies on my pen of reality.
The same pen that I used to erect poetic concepts which help
me give birth to works of wonders ones that will never be
weened off of my minds breast of creativity. I told her to
soak this refined body of - papers with her secretion of
ideologies. Let her thoughts convulse to that higher plateu
of poetic philosophies. Inter-of-Course that which fuels
unfathomed curiosites and then oper your eyes because
fear was the only atrocity. I told her not to mind me cuz I
was just trying to stimulate her deli-personal place poetry and keep
it abreast with exellency. Don't worry if the words
escape you for remember that the thingytionary is your friend
to the end. Let my inspiration cum in and your contemplation
flow out and down on this refined body of - papers...
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