The Flatulence

Written with some kind of primitive AI writing software whose name I forget.

The flatulence screwed another like water lights up he who laughs last.
Bill ate leather straps; a pimple trips over he who laughs last.
God asks cretins, perhaps dildoes, to desecrate.
It jumps, spleens and worms likewise unto me and you.
Swami fornicates leather straps. Yowser!
Bill falls down he who laughs last.
Satan fornicates spleens across Ethel trips over Bill. I’m flying!
She ate intestines like life trips over; don’t ask me why.
She sweats across a truss likewise; don’t ask me why.
The flatulence crawls, screams, perhaps equations fall down. I am insane!
God vomited sperm this morning. Yowser!
It eats one more, trips over a truss. I’m flying!
God cannot tell eyeballs or a pickle to trip. I am not a crook!
He vomited weeds about prejudice, likewise. Blimey!
Swami eats weeds in water, masturbates. I am insane!
Satan jumps over leather straps to sleep.
Who eats eyeballs, worms, now why not?
God tried another spleen — blammo! Fall, you magnificent bastard!
Satan damns shadows and the flatulence to run. Blimey!
God usurped yet again — yup. A pimple lights up. I’m flying!
Satan dreamt spleens like prejudice masturbates.
Who dreamt eyeballs, worms? Never!
We all eat blood beneath water weekly. I’m flying!
We all usurped another kumquat this morning for he who laughs last.

David Aronson