I probably like Ghislaine in the same sense I like Marie Antoinette. I sense Ghislaine and Marie have a lot in common. Maybe, through a time peep show peep hole, rainbow, of glow and glow, Ghislaine is Marie. Maybe “we” better treat Ghislaine a peep better than “we” treated Marie.
“We” did have the decency to cut off Marie’s head, using “our” humanistic, kind and loving new new new technology, the foreplay of guillotine. On a fussy, human, delicate hairs beneath a fuffy bufont nectar neck, a “no go” needing love froth, sustainable flow, necro,
Then, down below, the sewers of Paris, down slow to the mass graves below, anonymous unanimous, velvet sky, pusillanimous, rings of fire, pussy, pussy l’amour!
Spam of Human Affection 
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