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   "Astronautics"

Horntoad corndog and Mars winds
through whirling phobia winds.

Oil foison cusp but worry
not: human void will wash winds.

This collaborinth flings snool
upon snool, black and gray winds.

All Grinchus asks is that sky
withhold its haul of pun winds.



To trust nothing.


Th* R*al Dr Frank*nst*in. (via B*yond Th* B*yond)