TRANSLATED FROM THE SWEDISH BY OLAF DRIBBLE (All Rights Reversed)
O great Udder, speak to us. We are forever in your debt. Udder as dream, Udder as music. No udder passes our conscience in the way you do, penetrating deep down into the dark loins of our souls. We write in Octopiddle Inversion, awaiting the flesh and sinew of images. Udder is everything, we are nothing. Udder is time’s carcass. Let us worship at the altar of none Udder, inverted in the Octopiddle way. "Diagonal! Diagonal!" I hear you say. Coming, Indigo. Coming.
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