we need new myths, eh remember the twee fen we deserted where shepherds tended sheep the ewes’ whey fleeces three effete nephews jewel-bedecked fetched vessels they presented sweets dyed hens’ eggs green cheeses there by the very elm where feeble eve ended perfect eden her esse est esse next, the ethylene stench yes expected deep fermented then she, he expelled ejected hence the weedy mess sere deserts her elegy remedy-less her heedless regret when she erred there ended the esteemed sheer sweetness then entered vexed sex beget, beget wretchedness the elements rebelled tempests then drynesses then tempests the wreck the lees the effects engendered we need new eyes new selves dresses resewed tendernesses re-wedded the bedsheets fresh the scene re-rendered
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