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THE POPE SMELLS, TOO

    EUNUCKS convene in visions.  Now/Never...the day the earth eird!
To eat fat bliss...do not feed nental-beefe, what Om? Today's best
condom explodes, "class"/I coulda been a cont, instead of a bun!
Which wouldn't die, anger seemed achievements, alone. Sands of
every Ass-Ass, IT-IT will stop. Echoes of immortality into tomorrow;
you have no time? Big Brother, EVER IMAGINED? 666 and go-Man-go!
NICE FACTS, NO COOKIE! VISITORS DOOMSDAY REVOLT!
 The language of Ultra-Alien landing, be INSTANT TRUE!  If move, omen your ass-smoking fetal junk-maggots, free. Droid-love gone
mad, mind over TV-UFOS...the Black Reagan Time, UZ-Hell, robots
and a last how-to-be-a-good twofatassed Meta-Turd, Rerepom 53.
                                        Phoudha-Gaudha Feek!

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