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.....to see just how much mile age one might deride from a single song sung long dong slivering an inch to within a grim chin up utter rinse and spin again the cycle ever bends and wends its way back to Tootie's Rube Sway sometimes tit diminished but Ore Boffin' than sought a string dung knot Thai'd snuggly shitting to whip host Hong Uber all is swelling up like a frog long pasta butt plug pulled over for needing chicks to hatch glands and rubber up to as a pray 'lude to other Riled Wide ribbon mini Stations established Wong a lay me sound to deep the Reaper's wish for a fish fry as I day lying let out the saving timed to sow in kind ways the Dastard Lay Vines vespered relentless rather than rent-free for all to Conk you blind with until your next Voyeur Age commences and the Song Retains the Stain Mixed Data Crammed or on the Moss of Clatter ware what Matters Most is a Host o' Cool Klix betwixt the Blather the Dross and the Hoss we flowed in on what happened in the Team Mind meant for

when we begin wanting to know what our real needs are then the Seeds of Delivery will have been Sown and the Bird Flown away will Return to Watch Over the Fold.......

.....and maybe now wish I hadn't, but he/she blocked me right back so I'll say the following just in case that person gets curious and takes a peek anyway: instead of not only flailing around in an effort to tell me what my art is about, but then saying that some of it makes you uneasy without saying how or why, perhaps you could ASK me what the hell I am doing or trying (or not trying) to do............. If you simply do not like it, that is fine, but it is hard for me to suffer foolish, vague and disaffected sermonizing from the Invert Mount while SWEETIE BIRDS FLY ABOUT WAITING TO BE FED the BREAD OF LIFE NOW MORPHED IN FORM to UDDER SEED RELIEF PACKAGE POTENTIAL................. ........though I will admit belatedly that in hindsight I'd rather lock horns than be a Blockhead.... ....a lesson to remember, I guess............