We now turn to page one slice of six seventy soft spot, swooping, paper cuts, agony, please don't make me read. We now invite you to read, you may not refuse, it is your obligation as a member of the group, you either read or are forbidden from double dipping in the hummus. Everybody ready? good. Now out loud together: My only proof of life is the air, and my contribution to the proof the truth the voice and softness and whisper of fertility. The whisper becomes a gasp, the gasp a moan, the moan a pronouncement of meaningful life, of pleasure. Build us skyscrapers and we shall come to the city, come to the valley, come to the ocean and the rivers mouth. Basin be it cradle or unshaven lest we lather it with creams and over once and thrice times find it and find it again.
There is a way to do it digitally as well, which we will explore now. First, plug yourself into the grid, harness the energy of a thousand efforts, a million long days and days after. Each length of wire bringing this electricity to you stands for a sexual act engaged in by its builder. Each phone pole is a drop of salty perspiration that has made it from the scalp all the way to the inner thigh sliding over the gulf of moisture between.
Once you are in, you can use a modern device to fuse your being into air which is blasted upwards and ready for the lungs of a million eager bodies. It is done so with Picture as well, only they breath you unknowingly. You may inhale a thousand full beings a day completely ignorantly. With each breath you take, there lingers in the air you inhale, ten nudes, and five clothed and let me tell you the nudes are smooth and the cloths will cause a cough.
Again you may seek generic brand syrup. a sponsorship opportunity is being discussed. Nudity is encouraged.
Amen.
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