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when i smile a star is dancing through
my lower intestine, thought Iok-Sotot, eater of worlds, as he reached for the Alka-Selzer, and the yellow pages, with the intention of signing up with a mega-industrial xeno-proctologist. Oh, the indignities of life as an inter-galactic alien superfiend,
ready to embrace the world with his mighty
nunchucks. His sister, meanwhile was taking
a Krakatoa-sized dump in the birdbath
of life, the renowned and holy Bhuddist shrine; thousands flock from across the universe to immerse their faces in this holiest of holy relics. Once they finished gagging, the shit-faced pilgrims were angry enough to kill. Our hero legged it.
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