They admire my rhythm, so they say, exotic and erotic and in many ways shameless. Far from guilt and the thoughts of others, my mind roams in cannibalistic unaccountability, not particularly burdened by the reasonings of the mob, until the rude emerge. Then chomp, chomp, chomp and nom, nom, nom, I eat them whole. Mutton and calf and anything else that looks wrong, talks wrong, or is wrong. Always hiding in plain sight. Can't be cornered when you can't be seen. So be happy and go on your way, until I come to find you.
GONZOLECTURE
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