Emily’s Fallopian tube

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  1. multiplemichael

    SO IT IS TRUE, EMILY HAD A METALLIC F. TUBE !!!!!!!!!!!!!
    A SURGICAL FRIEND OF THOMAS HIGGINSON DID THE DEED.
    EMILY WAS BORN WITHOUT FALLOPIAN TUBES.
    MOST PEOPLE KNOW THAT…JUST LOOK AT HER FACE
    LIKE A MOTHER HEN WANTING TO DROP A THOUSAND EGGS
    ANYWAY, SHE AND THOMAS WANTED TO HAVE A CHILD….A SON
    DR. DEEPER FROM SWITZERLAND OBLIGED HER WITH A FUTURISTIC TUBE
    YOU WON’T FIND ANY PRINTED REFERENCE TO THIS
    HE USED SHINY METAL FROM AN OBJECT THAT HAD FALLEN FROM THE SKY
    IT HAD BEEN SOME KIND OF “SKY” CRAFT
    THEY HAD NO IDEA WHAT IT WAS
    HE USED THE METAL BECAUSE IT WAS SUPER LIGHT AND STRONG
    IT MADE HIM THINK OF CHRISTMAS TINSEL
    HE HAD SO WISHED THE FUTURE SON WOULD BECOME A MILITARY SURGEON
    POOR THOMAS FAILED…..HE HAD GONE DRY
    HE TRIED THE QUACK FIX OF HIS TIMES:
    AN ELECTROMAGNET PLACED INSIDE DOWN THERE
    WITH EMILY TURNING A CRANK TO SEND ELECTRIC CURRENT TO THE MAGNET
    IT WAS RATHER SHOCKING………POSSIBLY THE HIGHLIGHT OF HIS LIFE
    SADLY, THE INGREDIENTS IN THE EJACULATION WERE MORE SUITED FOR CHINCHILLA

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    • eatmorewords

      the sky metal fused with skin – undetectable by modern X-ray – but this was back then
      back when
      then
      the house was divided – and other matters obstructed the thoughts of learned men – the sky metal was found in a field and gleamed in the sun and beckoned men towards it – Dr Deeper heard of its discovery through means of telepathy and he thought of tube-less Emily – he thought of the future son and embarked on his journey –
      a tube
      a slide
      a hole
      an entrance
      gaping

      the magnetic delights of the vibrating unit

      she bemoaned “Are you too deeply occupied to say if my Verse is alive?”

      the tube blueprints destroyed by meteor showers

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    • eatmorewords

      the body of Christ
      the meat of the slain
      two inch rim of fat
      veins contain lost secrets
      on her knees,
      please?
      (sandpappered criss
      cross scars – carpet burns SOMEONE CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT)
      the abattoir is the new church
      slop buckets entrails
      in the cargo bay –

      bull semen extraction with sterile hands that grasp white knuckle tight
      buckle Emily
      weak at the knees

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  2. multiplemichael

    SHE BEMOANED, “ARE YOU TOO DEEPLY OCCUPIED TO SAY IF MY VERSE IS ALIVE ?”
    JUST AS GOD WAS IMMANET IN THOMAS HIGGINSON’S SEMEN EXTRACTION, HE WAS
    AS IMPLICIT IN EMILY’S LANGUAGE AND IMAGERY. IN TIMES OF GOD’S WITHDRAWAL
    EMILY WAS OBSESSED WITH TESTING THE REALITY OF HER REDEMPTION.
    SOMETIMES SHE WOULD CONSOLE HERSELF WITH A BOTTLE OF OPIATE SYRUP
    WHICH CAUSED HELLISH HAVOC ON HER KIDNEYS.

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  3. multiplemichael

    SOMETIMES WHEN EMILY WOULD GET A REAL SPICEY NOTE FROM THOMAS,
    PEE WOULD RUN DOWN HER LEG INTO HER SHOE. IT WAS HER COMFORTABLE
    ANSWER TO THE STRESS OF SEPARATION. HER BOLD LUST WAS CONSTANTLY
    BEING RECHANNELED AND RELOCATED. THIS REORIENTATION OF HER DESIRES
    WAS THE FORMULA FOR HER BEST WORK.

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    • eatmorewords

      the pee ran to her shoe but it wasn’t a bad thing – her urine had a restorative affect – while the notes came
      her feet remained free from verrucas,
      trenchfoot and other maladies –
      she bottled it and made a small fortune

      from all four points of the compass people doused themselves with her
      urine
      it was sold as gods tears

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  4. multiplemichael

    EMILY TOLD ME ONCE THAT SHE FELT MORE DEAD THAN ALIVE.
    “WHAT MERIT DOES A TREE HAVE THAT DOES NOT BEAR FRUIT ?”
    I COULD ONLY THINK OF SIMPLE IDEAS: A HOME FOR COUNTLESS
    CREATURES, SHADE, EROSION PROTECTION, TO SLOW DOWN THE
    WIND, TO BEAUTIFY THE LANDSCAPE.
    WITH A NEGATIVE TONE SHE REPLIED, ” YOU HAVE NO CONCEPT OF
    WHAT IT MEANS TO FIND YOURSELF EMPTY AND SEE NO POSSIBILITY
    OF BEING FILLED BY HIM IN WHOM ALL FULLNESS DWELLS.”

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    • eatmorewords

      barren Emily dreamt of tubes and eggs – a desire to nurture but she nurtured her words – to make them with ink was easier then making babies –
      all that sweating and huffing and intrusion – the fondling of meat made her nauseous
      she was conflicted

      she was born empty but wanted to be filled

      She would’ve made a bad mum

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