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humor is a dog of minimalism

coexisting with a virtuous demon,
together they bind the face of God,
The jaw is kept from flying away
by the union of their
knotted fingers.
Obviously the crown is mounted,
Without a movement, the nose is broken under a blanket of steel.
Bloody is the color overhanging from the space,
Suggested by the past,
an orgasm is slaughtered
As the ants punctuate the dance,
Two heads say in one voice,
the pledge of God’s people
“Fuck is a queen, she is a social word,
Her cunt is the origin of perfect laughter.”

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