Scrape the seed of Onan from the lettuce leaf, and let us go and seed new fields to bring forth other fruits -- stranger fruits heretofore untasted by the insensate palates of drudges, dandies, and other such atoms of a crowd turbid with its idiocy. Yours is the wreckage; mine is the wreckage! This is our portion, our reckoning.
So pull the rusted shard slowly from your heel, lover; blood may be tears for ones such as us!
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