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[Blood-Pigggy]

Once when I had fifteen dollars I asked Nathaniel Hawthorne his opinion of flesh-ripping, he took out his fuckfire device of eternal screaming agony on the fourth blood curdling dimension of groinsaws. This device was so incredible that it caused me to perforate all examples of human mons pubis with a long, long, needle I had labeled "Il Brutto" for its uncanny resemblance to a long dried rock-hard piece of solidified snot with rust coated all over its festering puss-weeping outer shit-layer.

I had to make sure that all understand the importance of this, if it wasn't for the fact that Koobus himself had manhandled the order of Parnell's weaselly Irish screw-affairs in the middle of a land war propagated by a pack of mandrills then all would be fine, but unfortunately it is not so. Sir Tristram himself had violated Isolde on many levels, including the mental plain where all cried "Mishe, dear Hebrew savior, bring us from this land unto the astronaut plain of screaming fire-bawling space-krakens!"
If in fact Isolde had found it appropriate for the Aboriginal vacuum-dwellers to flow their malnourished corpses on the eternal dark river of the Congo with their skeleton fleshed Marlow begging for the scraps of puss that still flow on the cheap-end ass cheeks of the acute angles.

I cannot stress it enough that Aguirre himself had brought about the eternal destruction of all crumbling flutterers on the first patch of land known as Morant's grave, and if it were Morant's grave, it were some pathetic off holding kakbek raiser undermining all examples of the superior and fearier Belyorussian death-German-Nazi-squads all porking the locals for their fresh fried ferries of crap-water.
When their emperor had died on the raft they ate his fat corpse, and they floated forevermore on that crop of shit known as the Thames and jangled, hangled, boating forevermore and lessmore than ever, because this was the prank rined shade that Mercury had laid beneath Ulyssess sao that Bloom himself could dictate pedantic all aimless words bestoned by O'Connell that liberator of the bloody newborns.