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We move by means of our mud bumps
We bubble as do the dead but more slowly
The products of excruciating purgeswe are squeezed out thin hard and dry
If we exude a stench it is petrified sainthood

I had as lief be embraced by the portier of the
As to get no more from the
Than your moist hand
Be the voice of the night and Florida in my ear