"Then, brothers, it came. Oh bliss bliss and heaven. I lay all nagoy to the ceilings, my gulliver on my rookers on the pillow, glazzies closed, rot open in bliss, slooshying the of lovely sounds. Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh. The trombones crunched redgold under my bed, and behind my gulliver the trumpets three-wise silverflamed, and there by the door the timps rolling through my guts and out again crunched like candy thunder. Oh it was wonder of wonders. And then, a bird of the like rarest spun heavenmetal, or like the violin solo above all the other strings, and those strings were like a cage of silk round my bed. Then flute and oboe bored, like worms of like platinum, into the thick thick toffee gold and silver. I was in such bliss, my brothers." ▼
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