9/8/09: Chapter 8 (The Lengthy Revival!)

I love everything. My name happens to be the name of my ancient grandmother, Bellafonte Joseph Joseph. My descendants are Joseph and Samuel. I feel as though I am corrupted. Pitch me a tent and name me Israel. GO! Go away from here and shallot the campus beneath my wall of xenophobic antelope carcasses. Wield that rambunctious pig leaf. Untie my shoelaces and begin a new time in a new name with a new face and a new being. Chop my liver to bits and scream my name over the mountain tops. Gleefully.

Help me sandwich my fear of rabbis, without coaching my mentors and shielding my face from the blazing sun with my arms wrapped around my lute and the cherubs cheer wildly at the sound of the day. Happy happy happy all beavers gather in spirit of the times. Pulpit, extrudes plaster casts of egg yolk and sifted wheat flaps. Chew it all up and sift through the pulpits. Crew cut angry lima beans, craft the chopper from hydrogen and steel. Wield the flax, unwind my child, slip down onto the mantle with your hair all wound up nice 'n' tight just like a fat elf. Wafting that lion from within like a lion buried deep in my flesh. Punctured by happy steel and flesh mongrel, charred to a small fleshy pulp by Steven. Kill Stephen with a blunt axe, slowly tie him to a little mouse and saw off his legs.

Cut up the remains with tweezers and shit that slab softly. Okay, onto the wielding lioness. Shoot off the legs and sew up the intestines and wield and wield and wield until tomorrow. Kill my uncle with a solid knife and slather him up with oxygen! Flatulence and pain, shit the shaft, crop up the old antelope with your face and your solid posthumous ditched blade and throw yourself to the wind and rain. I open my throat and the words come forth wildly without fail. Death, life, pilpits.

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