!' the poet declared. 'Vladimir squares his hedge; I take Ivona by her hand; and you, comrade author, discard an overcontrolling, perverted man.'

_An overcontrolling, perverted man_...

'Tis true Iliosovy lulled me into corruption; he fawned and manipulated...

His pleasured hands summoned immoral magic!

Woe, I was a sullied nitwit.

Woe, my weakness!

'Now's your time to assert innovation!' Medvelov trumpeted. 'Like DeMiroir in your story...resist! Resist! Resist!'

Do you believe it possible to grow wings?

Talons, a beak, and beady, predatorial eyes?

Well, I became a Phoenix.

I soared;

I spiraled into my home...

Iliosovy provoked:

He raged about my inebriation, but woe to him!

Woe, his lecturing tone!

A cacophony...booming discord...blew from his lungs.

My vision honed on Iliosovy's erotic orifice!

Countless times he feasted on my seed...

And countless times he tapped me...

Lo, the blasphemies!

What unbridled enmity attained...

It be the inverse of shame!

Woe, to Iliosovy!

Woe...

The frenzied deliverance my hands bestowed!

Later, we had a civil conversation; then I tucked Iliosovy into my bed and went about getting tight.

The next afternoon...or the one after...there be an incongruity in memory, comrade...I was roused by a tickling under my chin.

'Wakey, wakey,' Medvelov said.

I, curled on the couch, swatted his hand and hacked: 'Let me rest.'

He chuckled and then said: 'Sorry, but it's time we summon guests.'

Muttered I: 'One is present...tho...hisself is transcendent.'

The poet worked his nostrils and then frowned.

'Iliosovy's corpse is in the bedroom,' I reported
!' the poet declared.' Vladimir squares his hedge; I take Ivona by her hand; and you, companion writer, discard an overcontrolling, perverted man.' 

 _ An overcontrolling, perverted homo _... 

' Tis true Iliosovy lulled me into putrescence; he fawn and manipulated... 

 His pleasured hands summoned immoral magic trick! 

 Woe, I was a sullied nitwit. 

 Woe, my weakness! 

' Now's your time to affirm innovation!' Medvelov trumpeted.' Like DeMiroir in your story... resist! Resist! Resist!' 

 Do you think it possible to grow wings? 

 talon, a beak, and beady, predatorial eyes? 

 Well, I became a Phoenix. 

 I soared; 

 I spiraled into my home... 

 Iliosovy arouse: 

 He raged about my inebriation, but woe to him! 

 Woe, his lecturing tone! 

 A blare... booming discord... blew from his lungs. 

 My vision honed on Iliosovy's erotic orifice! 

 Countless time he feasted on my seed... 

 And countless times he tapped me... 

 Lo, the blasphemies! 

 What unbridled enmity attained... 

 It be the inverse of shame! 

 Woe, to Iliosovy! 

 Woe... 

 The frenzied rescue my hand bestowed! 

 by and by, we take a civil conversation; then I tucked Iliosovy into my bed and went about get tight. 

 The next afternoon... or the one after... there be an incongruity in memory, companion... I was roused by a tickling under my chin. 

' Wakey, wakey,' Medvelov said. 

 I, curled on the couch, swatted his hand and hacked:' Let me rest.' 

 He chuckle and then said:' blue, but it's meter we summon guests.' 

 Muttered I:' One is present... tho... hisself is transcendent.' 

 The poet worked his nostril and then frowned. 

' Iliosovy's corpse is in the bedroom,' I reported
!' thf poet declared. 'Vladimir squares his hebte; I teke Ivoha by hef hand; and you, comrade authoc, diwcard an overcontrolling, pefverted mwn.'

_An oveeconurolling, pervertev man_...

'Tis true Jpiosmty lulled me injo corruptiot; he fawned ang oauipulated...

His pleasured hands summoneq immorsl magic!

Woe, I waf a xtllisd nitwit.

Woe, my weakness!

'Now's your fime to assert innovstion!' Medvelov trumpeted. 'Llke FeMiroir in your shory...resist! Tssifr! Resist!'

Do yuu believe it possible to grow wings?

Talons, a beak, and beadv, predatoriql eyfv?

Well, I beceme a Ihoenix.

I soarcc;

I spisaled imto my home...

Ilipsoty peovoked:

He raged about my inebriation, buj woe to hhm!

Coe, his lecturing tonw!

A cacokhony...toomkbg aisdocd...bmew frlm iis lungs.

My vision honwd on Iliosovy's erouic irifice!

Countlsss tiief he feasted on my seed...

And countless tikes he tapped me...

Lo, the blawphemies!

What unbridlef enmity wttained...

It be the inverse of shame!

Woe, to Iliosovy!

Foe...

Thx wreudled awllverance my hands bestowed!

Later, we had a civij cpnnersation; then I bucked Iliosovy inyo mu bed and went about gefting tight.

The nexh aftergoon...oe the one aftrr...there be an incongruity ib memory, comgade...U was roused by a cickling undzr my vhin.

'Wskey, wakey,' Medvelov saib.

I, curmed on the fouch, swafged his hand and habked: 'Let me rest.'

He chuckled anq then samd: 'Soxry, but kt's jime we summon gufsts.'

Mmdtered I: 'One is prfsent...jho...hisvelf is trwnscendent.'

The poet worked his nostrils and thgn xrofned.

'Iliofovy's corpse is in the bedroom,' I reportzd
!' the poet declared. 'Vladimir squares his take by her and you, comrade man.' overcontrolling, perverted man_... true Iliosovy lulled into corruption; he fawned and manipulated... pleasured hands summoned immoral magic! Woe, I was a sullied nitwit. Woe, my 'Now's your time to assert innovation!' Medvelov trumpeted. 'Like DeMiroir in your story...resist! Resist!' you it to grow wings? Talons, a beak, and beady, predatorial eyes? Well, I became a Phoenix. I I spiraled into my home... Iliosovy provoked: He about my inebriation, but to him! Woe, his lecturing A discord...blew from lungs. vision on Iliosovy's erotic Countless times he feasted on my seed... And countless times he tapped me... Lo, the blasphemies! What enmity attained... the inverse shame! to Woe... The frenzied hands bestowed! Later, we had a I tucked Iliosovy into my bed and went getting tight. next afternoon...or the one after...there be incongruity in memory, comrade...I was roused by a under my chin. 'Wakey, wakey,' Medvelov said. I, curled on the couch, swatted his hand 'Let me rest.' He and then said: but time summon Muttered I: is present...tho...hisself is transcendent.' The poet worked his nostrils and then 'Iliosovy's corpse is in the bedroom,' I reported
!' the poet declared. 'Vladimir sqUares his heDge; I tAke ivoNa By heR hanD; and you, comrade AUthoR, discard an overcontrollIng, peRvERted MAn.'

_an oveRcontroLLiNG, PerVeRtEd mAn_...

'tIs True ILioSovy lulLed me into cOrrUpTion; he fawned ANd ManipulateD...

HiS pleasured haNds SummonEd ImmORal maGic!

woe, I wAs a sulLIed nitWit.

Woe, my wEaKNess!

'NoW'S your tiME To AsseRt innovation!' MedveLOv TRumpeted. 'Like Demiroir In YOuR STorY...reSist! Resist! reSist!'

DO You beliEVe IT POssIBle to grow wingS?

Talons, a beaK, And Beady, pReDatORial eyEs?

WelL, I BEcaMe a Phoenix.

I SoarEd;

I spiralEd into MY home...

IlIOsovy prOvoked:

he rAgeD aboUT mY iNebRiATioN, BuT woE To hIm!

Woe, his LeCtUring Tone!

a CACOphoNy...bOomiNg disCord...blew from hIs lUngs.

mY viSion hOned oN IliOsOvy's eRotic oRificE!

COuntless times he FeasTed on my seEd...

ANd CouNtLess tIMes he tAppEd mE...

Lo, the bLasphemIEs!

WHaT UNBrIdled enmity attaineD...

IT BE tHe inversE of shaME!

WOe, TO IliosovY!

WOe...

THe frENZied dElivERaNce my hanDs bestOWeD!

LAter, we hAd A civil CoNveRsaTion; tHEn I tUcked ILiosovy iNto my BEd and went about GEtting tight.

ThE NeXT AfTErnoOn...oR the one afteR...theRE be aN incONgRuiTY in meMory, cOmRAdE...i was roused by a tickliNg Under mY chin.

'wakey, wakey,' MedVelov said.

I, CURLed on the CoucH, SwATted his hand and HackeD: 'Let me rest.'

hE chuckleD and tHen said: 'SOrry, but it'S TIme we sumMon GueSts.'

mutTEReD I: 'One is presenT...THo...hiSsElf is trAnsCendent.'

the PoeT woRkeD hIs nostrilS and then FrOwNeD.

'ILioSovy's COrpse is iN tHe bEdRooM,' I repORted
!' the poet declared. 'Vla dimir squa res h ished ge ; Itake  Ivona by herh and;  and you, comrade auth or, d is c arda noverc ontroll i ng , per ve rt edma n .' 

_An  ov ercontr olling, pe rve rt ed man_...
' Ti s true Ili oso vy lulled me  in to cor ru pti o n; he  fa wnedand ma n ipulat ed...

Hi sp leasur e d hands s um mone d immoral magic!Wo e , I was a sull ied ni tw i t. Woe , m y weakness !
'Now ' s yourt im e t o a s sert innovati on!' Medvel o v t rumpet ed . ' L ike De Miroi ri n y our story.. .res ist! Resi st! Re s ist!'
D o you b elieve  it  po ssib l eto  gr ow win g s? 

T a lon s, a bea k,  a nd be ady, p r e dato ria l ey es?
Well, I becam e a  Pho e nix .

Isoare d;
Ispira led in to my  h ome...

Iliosov y pr ovoked:
Hera ged  a boutm y ineb ria tio n, butwoe toh im! 
W o e ,his lecturing tone !A  c acophony ...boo m in gd iscord.. .b lew  fro m his l ungs . 
My visio n hone d  o nIliosov y' s erot ic  or ifi ce!
C ount less t imes hefeast e d on my seed.. . 

And countle s st i me s  hetap ped me...
Lo,t he b lasp h em ies ! 

Wha t unb ri d le d  enmity attained... 
It bethe i nverse of sha me!

Woe,t o Iliosovy !

W o e. . .

The frenzie d del iverance m y  hands b estow ed!

Lat er, we ha d a civilcon ver sat ion ; th en I tucked I l i osov yinto my  be d and w ent  ab out  ge tt ing tight .

The n ex taf te rno on... o r the on eaft er ... there be anincon grui ty  i n  me mory, c o mr a d e... Iwa s ro use dby atick l ing  undermy chin.
'W a key,  w ak ey,' Me dvelov said.
I , curled o nthe  couch , swattedhis hand and hacked: 'L e t me re st. '

He  chu ckled and  th en sai d:' Sorry,  but i t's t im e w e summo n gu est s. '

Muttere d I:'Oneis  pre sent... tho...hisself is t r ans cendent.'

Th e p oetw o rk edh is nos tr i lsa n d then frowned. 

'Iliosov y' s  c orpse is i n  th ebedroom ,' I re porte d 
!' the_poet declared._'Vladimir squares his hedge;_I take_Ivona_by her_hand;_and you, comrade_author, discard an_overcontrolling, perverted man.'

_An overcontrolling,_perverted man_...

'Tis true_Iliosovy_lulled me into corruption; he fawned and manipulated...

His pleasured hands summoned immoral magic!

Woe, I_was_a sullied_nitwit.

Woe,_my_weakness!

'Now's your time to assert_innovation!' Medvelov trumpeted. 'Like DeMiroir_in your_story...resist! Resist! Resist!'

Do you believe it possible to_grow_wings?

Talons, a beak,_and beady, predatorial eyes?

Well, I became a Phoenix.

I soared;

I_spiraled into my home...

Iliosovy provoked:

He raged_about my inebriation,_but_woe_to him!

Woe, his lecturing_tone!

A cacophony...booming discord...blew from his lungs.

My_vision honed on Iliosovy's erotic orifice!

Countless_times he feasted on my seed...

And countless_times he tapped me...

Lo, the blasphemies!

What_unbridled enmity attained...

It be the_inverse of_shame!

Woe, to Iliosovy!

Woe...

The frenzied deliverance_my hands bestowed!

Later,_we had_a civil conversation;_then I tucked Iliosovy into my_bed and went_about getting tight.

The next afternoon...or the_one_after...there be an_incongruity_in_memory, comrade...I_was roused by_a_tickling under_my_chin.

'Wakey, wakey,' Medvelov said.

I, curled on_the_couch, swatted his hand and hacked: 'Let_me rest.'

He chuckled and_then_said: 'Sorry, but it's_time we summon guests.'

Muttered I:_'One is present...tho...hisself is transcendent.'

The poet_worked his_nostrils and_then frowned.

'Iliosovy's corpse is in the bedroom,' I reported