PREFACE

Amanuensis I be filling each soul filling each heart burning the flesh of all with the sweet songs of I of I sweet songs singing the joy singing the love of I for that cunt of she oh oh the pain of joyousness the ecstasy borne the sighs of I be strewn flowers o’er the soul of thee open thy ears open thy ears all who canst hear to dwell in the bliss of I for thy raptures doeth sing I doeth sing I ast pluck I the veenas string to thee to bring the bliss that I do sing