Millennium  v2p47

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C4B2-a

I'm a minority pageant vestigially expostulated
cup-size stupid role captives --
we want the paranoid version --
I've even got the human domain sacks --
You sound like tape hiss to me

The bidding wars, his head slooshed cuisinart
tap-a-keg communiqué electioneering fear-light
themepark plus meat -- none, zip, zero:
use 'the new sentence' as spice
pro bono went platinum, a deheroicized enervating
chide upon uplift smurfing the platen

An outdoor technician would to us be god --
xeno-ventriloquial cocoon of Q & A
cannibalizing the amnesia --
make friends with your toupee
gauging the gag rehoovered from life:
how many chemicals away from the truth are we? --
once irony stops gladhanding
attentiveness in pill form