Moloch!
Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom I am a consciousness without a body! Moloch who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy! Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch! Light streaming out of the sky!
HEs vomiting up a whole gestalt, its full of fwd momentum, and thrust and drive its crude and artless like melville like whitman its amerian its dumb and full of itself
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