honey, bring me the Sunday Tribune that I might read of our fortunes rising for the tide, it is turning in the East where our airmen can liberate the villages ignorant, under the impression this gift of freedom can be resisted all revenue must be invested in defense of our interests woman, when we stood before God and I took your hand and I gave you my name when I bound you to me in a golden band in the diamondlight of the dark continent sharing a champagne glass formed from the Trinity Sands we’ll oversee this company in unity so long as you remember you belong to me tell me your innermost, open up to me your secret sympathies, arts and practitioners now go to the father within the confessional who blesses our children with an unoriginal lesson eviscerated for your transgression by the incisors of the comments section I don’t even want the drums of the demonstrators to cease; I can market that demographic woman, this is not your concern I have and hold you and uphold my vow to you it is my burden to share of the capitalized word you submit my missionary statements, yeahhh and go on a designer spree with that weaponry money my factories kill tributaries, turn some earnings little darling, you got lucky when your body got acquired by my company her mind will annihilate him so go to her. erode the commandments, reveal the real manifest. she will take his head: a hollow polymer and fearful advantage; baby, help her scatter the bones, the captured contaminants deconstructed and dead, ahhh... a void we all gather round: we order no replacement; we like it spacious, friends. possession possession the cannibal monuments, abraded to sediment: blown away by her