fugitives,
what follows is the awesomeness attained from last week's meeting. the punctuation and line breaks are my own:
Almost blue, I candlestick sitting
abruptly elbows. Ahhh damn.
Pumpernickel: sweet juice
dripped from languorous sailors.
Expunge my potato.
Chairs are never embroidered; seething with lycanthrope juice.
Since October, chipmunks died. Slowly hibernating soft
pretzels directed lovely sailors again.
Wrong was antiques saved
from purse strings. Filthy pussycat.
Nevertheless, lowercase Yoda always mirrors
glistening celestial Roman jerks.
If and only if chowder.
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