living in far flung

living in far flung
Siam, where his wildest

dreams of 4ft tall
fair fecund female phantoms

failed to

facilitate fluid transfer to a foamy, furry furnace by his flaccid phallus

no doubt due to impure thoughts of certain board member surfacing mid-coitus and refusing
to face

up to the fact that the habit forming act of
reading books in the bath

does not lead you down the road towards
dry humour, but rather

leaves you with a shriveled nutsack that looks remarkably
curious, almost

translucently ghostlike yet still bearing enough form to resemble
a walnut before

being pickled in a brine-like substance that I'm told is fermented from the love juices of
fermented apples

which were picked
last year

by naked female pygmies that are specially bred
in Ireland for the NZ apple industry because

the climate in NZ is not conducive to
big fat apple pickers who

tend to sweat profusely causing great
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