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Tearing words out of my
flesh now. Pump you fuckers! PUMP GOGDAMMIT!
Smoking words out of my frankinflesh.
- Turn, cogs, sweetly.
Oil up the grind-gears. New flies for the
flywheels. Fresh hamsters and horsies! The stands are filled with chunk-
cheers and horsies.
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The looser the noose,
the freer the goose!
- What a gooseball! Let's
play a game of gooseball this afternoon. A
goos. That's what geese are called in the Netherlands. Hallo, I am Anders
Goos.
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- Loose all the gooslings.
Goslings in slings, loosed at the faces of
Goliath. They're slender goner-goslings with plastic explodo beaks and
prehensile toes. Daughter goslings standing on the goslines. Gas-powered
goslings on the gasoline lines. "We're working on solar and nuclear
powered goslings," say the riders in the saddles, leaning down from
goose-down horsies.
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- We're goslings without
a goose. We're goslings loose, jostling
loose, loose changes in the gosling pockets. Goslink packets heading
through routers, like little golden photon eggs. Electronic data eggs for
e-Aster. Squeamish goslings squatting on little squamous eggs of data-
gold. Hatching horsies?