Give me pretty gibberish
I want rambling piano and words I've never heard before.
I am never more useless or more fulfilled
than when mixing the toxins competing to end me in a poem like a cauldron.
They say that in return for our marvelously complex and larger larynxes
we pioneered the capacity to choke. Not the first or the last that
nature unanthropomorphized demonstrated a clear preference
for form over function.
So my mortality may be certain but I can make it beautiful
but if there was no disconnect created by artificial polarization
how would I know who to fuck?
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