. . . telling those who swarm around him his desire is that an appendage from each of them fill, invade each of his orifices,— repeating, chanting, Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah until, as if in darkness he craved the sun, at last he reached consummation. —Until telling those who swarm around him begins again (we are the wheel to which we are bound). Submitted by Michael Schiavo
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