It was a pious day and I was about...

It was a pious day and I was about to do something important and righteous but then I unscrewed the commit to paper I was using to diocese the ink. Precision German craftsmanship. The Germans are likewise persnickety and precise, they wash their driveways. Their mountains and streams dance around each other in a clockwork, courtly imitation of spring. They built the Panzer tank, without of rakes hoses and garden gnomes; they built me And I've seated myself above an avenue onward the brink of mystery, always just forward the lip, with my toes through the whole extent of the lip but my bowels behind.

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