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When The Soul Of A Man Is Born In This Country There Are Nets Flown At It To Hold It Back From Flight.

Masturbation! The Amazing Availability Of It!

The Voices Blend And Fuse In Clouded Silence: Silence That Is Infinite Of Space: And Swiftly, Silently The Sound Is Wafted Over Regions Of Cycles Of Cycles Of Generations That Have Lived.

Love, Yes. Word Known To All Men.

If It Is Thus, I Ask Emphatically Whence Comes This Thusness.