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the belly became see-through and inside there was a collection of
dust and gas going gimme an A gimme an A-breaking into their themesong:
WE ARE DUST
WE ARE GAS
WE PLAY KNICK-KNACK WITH ALL MASS
HOLD ALL CALLS
SCRATCH MY BALLS
DO NOT STICK PINS INTO YOUR ASS
Inside the belly the dust and gas that the once upon a time squirted across the void like an abstract painter on a see-saw going gimme a C gimme a C-singing
WATCH OUT BELOW
I GOTTA GO
AND THE LOAD COMES TUMBLING DOWN
O GLORY BE
DOES THE CHRISTCHILD SEE
MY GIFT OF STEAMING BROWN
The belly quakes laughing madness, through the trapdoor in its ceiling
pours the slag of brutality and love forged by the smith of ages, ten thousand
pages, ten thousand and one, ten thousand and two, buckle the shoe, inside
of which the foot is flat.
