Mere seconds of labor produce this progeny, a prodigious and greatly auspicious occasion persuades me to press the keys, impart communication.. mental masturbation, a period the form of self-castration. I find these words pleasing, the language is teasing, my brain is heaving... I can't keep up this silly rhyming, I'm leaving.
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