well I'm up for this party in Hell
as I've heard that their parties are swell
I'll get drunk as a skunk
dressed like a mad monk
in the clouds of His sulphurous smell
The stuff on this blog is poetry. It's not sudoku. You don't have to work anything out or look for any meaning. It's just images and sonics and poetry that is designed to be untranslatable. If you try to translate it it won't work. Just let it remain as poetry and it might just...
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