Unproductive days of overconducted fun. Timetabled raves.
Even our evening hour sordid orgies needed taster plates;
Whether plastic or paper plates were better
For a bits table she intended to set up outside Dormitorio Del Leather
Surely unprobed depths exist yet. I will delve better.
The recipients of my “too-insistent” twelve letters demand me fettered.
The Lord of Grazes’s erasing sword graces my waiting gourd.
The torn knot’s puzzling chords flopped to the floor.
Alchemisland 
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