Nearly all businessmen, on a business trip, need a razor for to shave with, as they sally, to and fro,
To blend silent night into free fall and flow, they bear, hard to share or snare, an afternoon shadow, to peak into fright, to peak into orgasm, the business is the trip,
If they can snag a pyramid, a solemn bleating needing of butter, butter milk, heck businessmen are mammals, they need nuptials,
Ripe songs of Solomon, solemn song,
Rip a baby, if Solomon had that many babies, deep sea diving, deciding not to divide babies, arriving on mammalian diving reflex, mammalian wisdom reflex, out where the babies flow, reproducing so, on jazz the babies sing, and into the flight of sax, angle sax on celt rainbow, dark of night,
Undividedly so.
I wish Ghislaine would massage my feet. Rape the toespam, dance back, let me go shallow, take the green cheese of my profane, sacred, whatever there is in there Ghislaine feels, trying to love the sun, the moon, a crab walks or waltzes.
Spam of Human Affection 
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