MY VOICES WILL NOT SHOP
This following was found on a rot-splintered log and transcribed last fall by one of the factors of the place. It was almost awake when he found it and pulped it with two capable alphabet stones. Its corpse expresses an other-worldly scent of cultic purity within which some can only sit and shiver.
Our autopsied said … chocolate or …
In … tenders … to open … grow on in …
Of exile … unpublic … himself of …
One agent … qualms … ethics … as one …
O blue beans … tell me … a new bowl …
To pay up … blood use … pretends to …
As it was the last of its brand, we thought it fitting to arrange this mechanical service; and now, thank Jack, our duty's done. Vivat Coagulate!
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