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“Dwarf takes cock in mouth and fondles balls” probably sounds a little strange on its own as a literary teaching excerpt.

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Chuck, before I read the post, just wanted to say that watching you read your Celeste was a delight. Watching a pro in action is always a treat, even if you think you're rusty. I never said this but good on you for helping your friend who owns the Hindsight Taproom. How is the food btw? I know they have perogies and hummus.

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Marcel and the memory thing. That whole discussion. Princess of PiPi Beckett calls him. Anyone call me a princess of pipi. I'd say. oh thank u, u noticed! Stuck in third with the LuLu bird.

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If you've never stuck your finger up a chicken's butt, you've never owned chickens.

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Gnarly as hell and great. I've always like ships since reading of the Essex and then sailing the seas of Moby Dick.

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I had always wondered where you got the info on the chemical burn. So glad you shared this. Thanks!

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Read aloud: https://voca.ro/1lAVryDqHO0L

She’s kind of small, reedy, boney, pale – boyish, silly, loud. She likes to be the center of attention. Men are drawn to her. My eyes drink her in. I’m not sure what type of drink she is – rum and coke? She’s a beautiful woman. She transcends the big, busted bimbo wannabe porno stars on Reddit. It’s her brain. It’s her skull – her DNA. You want to fuck her like you're fucking the Big Bang. She makes you feel all these things – think all these thoughts… and you don’t even know her. But she’s been in your dreams before. She’s Eros. The Divine Feminine. She’s a reason to continue living. She’s a talisman Telos. She’s a lifesaving lifeforce. She’s the last thing you think of when you die. And right now, deaths in every vein of your body, boy!

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Read aloud: https://voca.ro/11qnH6t3n2fI (improved on transcript below in audio)

I tried to roll the fat bitch over and she was still fast asleep. I guess, I fucked her into a coma last night. I knew it was wrong. But I was addicted to fucking these fat hood bitches. But looking at her now, all those fat rolls of lard, her fat ugly face, that faint fishy smell -- that lipstick smeared pig of a bitch. Man. I couldn’t help but think…there has to be more to Life… there must be more to life… than fucking these hood rats, fucking these ratty bitches in my childhood bedroom in my family home. I need to level up. It was time, drop-kick, failure Carlos to the trash can curb. I wanna fuck one of those fancy bitches! So, I needed to get me some fucking money. Fast! Because I was in a hurry to keep fucking, but I want to be fucking on another level. That Hollywood blonde hair level. I wanted to make my dick proud of me. Make my dick great again!

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Read aloud: https://voca.ro/1vnbIMgyyoN9

The trees bluster outside my window. The wind whips them. A gail screams in each of their barky faces. There’s a dark green tree and some smaller ones. Species unknown. All of them are shaken. Full with Fear. Wrenched around like God’s playthings. Gods in a rage. Again. Ha. – Why would I fear a man? A man can’t punish the trees, while lost in a daydream. -- God can.

Gods crushed me into submission like the trees outside my window. He’s ripped every leaf from my body. I’ve been separated. Wheat from the chaff. I’ve been burnt off. The old me has disintegrated.

I fear the Lord. He’s finally got through to me. My thick old skull finally gave way. But he didn’t touch my soul with his wrath. I came to the Lord for my share of his Love. My inheritance.

He said, “my son, see the trees outside your window? See how I shake them? I torment them! I control them. I order them. Do as I do but do so to men. Do so to yourself. Copy me. Make your words scream like leaves tortured in a one in a century gail, make your vowels cry deep with longing, make your phrases beg for mercy. Make your words glisten like the first fallen leaf in Autumn. I may have broken you, but you’ve only grown stronger. Show me the strength inside your bones. The bones of your spirit!”

“Yes, Lord, you have broken me, but I remain unbroken. You have broken me, to rebuild me. Let me sway the trees of men in your honor – and if my body dies, Lord, give me a new one. For I will not fail you. I will not fail you to be righteous. I’ve been wicked, I’ve been foolish, now, Lord – let me be Righteous. Let me channel your Wrathful Love into objects of Beauty.”

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When I read this,

I think of the story you told on Rogan about Cheryl Strayed and her grandfather and a baby bird. That one haunts me.

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Random question. Have come across Lovecraft's works for the first time. Do you have a strong opinion about his writing? I'm listening to The Ultimate Horror Collection audiobook (93 hours). Of course what they really mean is off copyright.

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