"When clicks are Google-cached, we get the gist--
g'bye, g-bye--and links prolong their pull.
It's why the state don't ask for much, and arms
us, moving on to fresh intruders; still
and coercive, it slips into my mind,"
says God. "From this cadastre, something came
the first time. Everything occurs on time.
Were I surmising from the reading state-
extruded red and yellow schmaltz, it's costly--
but not the message, not the words. It's hot.
It's always hot. And me?" God hints-- "The spread
looked young to me, a college campus lay
to be observed, because I'll smash her, fuck
in Babylon tonight, where sweat is dense."
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