ARTIFICIAL FIGURES AND
FINGERS OF CURVES
Some Anabaptist monster singing
orange songs was holding off the
water by the quay. His tipsy hat
was crooked, rakish as a raft, and he
leaned sideways just to try and stay
straight. Walking on ahead, he found
himself a'tizzy, falling backward, and
landing on his head. Getting back
up, with a quizzical leap, he fingered
his coat and said 'I'm the most int'risting
character you'll ever will meet. 'If I
fukkin' say so m'self, that it be!'
Yes, yes, but that was a long time ago,
and that episode is long ago gone.
FINGERS OF CURVES
Some Anabaptist monster singing
orange songs was holding off the
water by the quay. His tipsy hat
was crooked, rakish as a raft, and he
leaned sideways just to try and stay
straight. Walking on ahead, he found
himself a'tizzy, falling backward, and
landing on his head. Getting back
up, with a quizzical leap, he fingered
his coat and said 'I'm the most int'risting
character you'll ever will meet. 'If I
fukkin' say so m'self, that it be!'
Yes, yes, but that was a long time ago,
and that episode is long ago gone.
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