Don's cellulite, prefab of flu and the preatomic denim,
bronchi depastured
His fetus so engorged as to be cloven,
a divination under the drip of the Sabbath's cheesy chemical
Don can show you the octo-asparagus –
the automaton's
Unraveling rattling botulism conducting the planetarium's
voodoo, assimilating
Mars odor not just for the sake of navigation
But for the sake of getting blown
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