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Con Carne Wit Meat.... /or/ ....My Finest Missteak

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ishing this(here) 1000year grie
� � � � � � � � � � � � � f ,
(o, chutney, so
� � � sweet for savory!),
�eye
pack my confidants in'to sum old
� � �nation sack(portfollyo of dreams,y'know)
� juslike
� �money
for a dinner of jackass'tartar that'll bray
� � � � � � � � �from
� � � � �it's plate while for
� � � �whence the waiter awaits a
� � � � � � waitress to sati
� � � � � � � � � � � � �sfy
� � � our every'very carnal need[s[(~con carne~)
� � � � � � wit meat , she to eat of'a
� � � � � � �mono'octled slither serp
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � ent
� � � peeking for peaking out the wormhole
�of s'illy Dada's
� � � �patent'pants � /// �

� � � � � � � � � � � � � � th'Rant is end'ed
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �only upon � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � when[for which]
� � � � � � � � � � � � � �thy sac'red chanters

� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �laugh,
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � ( & torch all our idears
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �of a realm
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � mistook for real)

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