Oh!, how you inflict me with wounds of paranoia and desire.
Complimentary Surrealism
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You mutter such objects of equine delight that the mind's ability to sew slices of mordant ivory becomes tamed with visions of Tamils in Constantinople.
˙ʇoɹ pıp ɹǝʇsuoɯ ƃuıʎp ʎuɐ ɹǝʌǝ sɐ 'ʎןsnoıɔɐɹƃ ʇuǝɯoɟ noʎ
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