Opera blast galvinate (deciphered)

emergence from bad habit, this root-like fellow lost in his vanity whose keen and deadly governance shackles his soul-self, thick-tongued and silent, strutting but inclined to fall over, willing sexual union without orgasm in a field of nettles, taking his light lunch with holiness of mind, we wander about in dirty sheep's wool and supressing our struggle, plain glossy silk suspending our oath, the dry friction coupling, i declare openly a priestly lack of will power while the small cattle nod agreement, this forty-fold sensualist, redouled for passing along the summer-to-winter pasture trail beaten down by a stag, thick-lipped and related by blood.

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