We Are In EnvelopesFetishist 4 the Dickensian
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FETISHIST 4 THE DICKENSIAN: I can shoot through the loopholes, I daresay, better than anyone. you
best leave this neck of the woods to us. the clarity and the scope of our lenses are cosmic. faster than
the speed of gasoline, it will seem like an alien poison: you’ve all had some. am I public? am i private?
I’ll show you how it feels when I drop an easy 500 million dollars. and my cash can make sounds; they
are beautiful. fetishist 4 the Dickensian: it’s unstoppable what I got going on here. she would look hot
scrubbing an ox cart with stringy hair, answers to “you there” ... she would look hot scrubbing the
wash, tears in her frock, with dirty hair. the cosmos shellacs itself in celestial light, and their dreams
channel mine. faster than the speed of gasoline, it will seem like an alien poison: you’ve all had some.
i will wield technologies that can do what now cannot be done: puny drones, you can’t touch this. do I
stutter? fetishist 4 the Dickensian: it’s unstoppable what i got going on here.
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