Rathouse indulgence, lining the basement with wet foam served on a platter. The forest keeper is alone in his nightmare. Conjuring the sacred alligator man whose favourite catchphrase is "I'm with stupid". Yesterday's born again in the fragrance of midnight. Choirs wailing absent in the demigogic line dance. Dirge tail uplifted by vast abyss crying the freedom warp waste unknown jealous category brought to light by mirage of dandruff, crying for pity in the mercy of our children and heaven's invention of certain wisdom to likeness of a dancer on the surface of a dream. By the fall of weeping monster cries agent of Faron like satellite vulture in magic loom wheel spinning on the clouds tomorrow's dungeon will be our bed of crime to sweep away in the dust of eternity pattern like diamond encrusted ruby topaz silkworm spun cotton dirt flower orchard burning in the sea like dragon fire shaped by the stars of capricorn silent frozen uplifting heart my sudden turn of creation and magic spinning wagon wheel. Imagine the end. Imagine the stars turning into a wonderpattern that explains itself over and over with the very gesture of light cascading into circles like poem of celestial invocation tireless and exquisite.
-GD
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