Matchsticks, matchsticks, hairs on my arm skin, sunshine lemon divine, platypus pickle grin, goofball eight times eighty speedball drug, knit a creosote bumbershoot for an extra tiny slug, Alouette scared Mog away with her creepy nose bridge, I got him back when Fletcher rolled my pumpkin into my bumpkin fridge, I hop on one foot and giggle at the totoro, spin with jello centrifugally and make a monochrome sticky rainbow, time to light a candle, smell my finger, cinnamon coasts the nail, and with a matchstick across my beard this invocation sets to sail.

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