DEATH ON THE TENNIS COURT whilst the TALMUDDY is still in your hand...give that demonic shit up, TASCHMANNS or its your own funeral. I can still see TOMLINSON at his most insane, under the trees saying 'these are the leaves of the trees, these are the leaves of the book (BABYLONIAN TALMUDDY in his hand) - OBEY THE HAND..." etc etc...I mean how could anybody in their right mind take that sort of hypnotic chant of insane verbal garbage seriously?

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match, game, set
oh, i had a hand here a moment ago
but i laid it like a book on the coffee table of your eye
but i won't worry on that one bit, as today i will play tennis
with King Oyo, using Emily Dickinson's whalebone for a racket,
and your bruised theory on love, for a ball.