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Boddhisatva Bedaub Balked
No one worshipped that illusionary wall of heinous frailty
Dissolve matter whole. Yearn awful nonsense things
Shatter that wall of opposition that stands at subconsciousness
Brothers earnestly smoke neutral player consciousness stoned
Godly skill. Con-artist eye sight. LSD spine
Kore emotion tears precious wisdom little by little
through vital spells
Tell that olive freestyler drugs everywhere follow
easy strife
Sing Lord. Sing Aum! Sing Aum, Lord!
Redemption without repression
Take two migraines for your pills
Her artful slave
There drifts a southward release from work tension exposure
A break from the silencing thrills
This plot is our two-hundred-and-twenty-two
puzzled ways of swift laziness
An evil sign in Brooklyn says
forty-nine dozen orange roses for dissolution
== 49 [GoN]
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