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Grandiose enterprise belies the salty lies of the uncaring sea goddess lapping at the glands of the jagged crag.
Erode my erection with your briny perfection, saliva so foamy upon the tip of my boulders, her eager brows wave-r at the moment I told her, "do not look to the arid for your benefit, you will evaporate as the air god sees fit".
So she said "I am the sea, uncaring - my caprice matches that of my herring, streams so pivotal to mate gone individual, your pleasure is my measure o' Lord of the Earthen, our rivers give way to my birthen".
To which I replied, "bich, I ain't payin' no child support over a beej."
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There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
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