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It is clear that the world is purely parodic, in other words, that each thing seen is the parody of another, or is the same thing in a deceptive form.
The two primary motions are rotation and sexual movement, whose combination is expressed by the locomotive’s wheels and pistons.
But the copula of terms is no less irritating than the copulation of bodies. And when I scream I AM THE SUN an integral erection results, because the verb to be is the vehicle of amorous frenzy.
A dog devouring the stomach of a goose, a drunken vomiting woman, a slobbering accountant, a jar of mustard represent the confusion that serves as the vehicle of love.
Beings only die to be born, in the manner of phalluses that leave bodies in order to enter them.
But their polymorphous coitus is a function of uniform terrestrial rotation.
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It’s been so long.
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Too long.
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K
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I feel it, man.
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This is a #KeepOppoWeird tradition. If I’m not mistaken it predates Kinja.
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Wow. Ok.
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Solar…
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I’ll let you know Freud’s opinion on this when I drop acid tonight.
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I don’t know what happened here, but I think it’s worth a star. I’ll never think of trains or dicks the same way again.
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Thanks