Scratching the surface only to find another womb. A line of Saturnalia wives outside Bethlehem's Abortion Center, camouflaged as instruments of pleasure. Pass them a napkin and instead of tears they'll fill it with urine, they may even serve you fetus on the rocks.
Tried to lie to Gustav Klutsis to win a game of poker, he only whispered that the sky is red and sent a Jack of Hearts to rape me. Dogs around the deck and the boat is swallowing bubbles with us inside. Padre de la famiglia Joseph shot Gustav down so I could get my money back, I didn't mention anything, mind you.
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