alfreda of polystichum

in the border zones between chad and tansothbabya where chairs and horses go to rock i’ve constructed loosely linked helices hoping alfreda of polystichum the polypod an archdruid of east obsidian will recess from its subulicystidius and notice

but the patrols are swarming and seeing my hope handcuff it to a paddywiglen who isn’t pleased and horribly aguffaws ensuring alfreda the polypod of polystichum doesn’t recess

i reach into duffel bags and centuries for spells and hacksaws but cut my finger on an oodening ordering, reciting the manifest of the ferdinand ferdinando ferdinoro on its way to mingulay for war

i’m first attracted to the border zones to escape the fourth extinctions and find respite in loosely linked helices however temporary. alfreda at the time is only known to me through kapetron’s an anatomy of autothanatography which influences me significantly in my youth or whatever we could say that episode of fallen wisdom might be called. if i recall none of which is certain it first appears in the seventy-second footnote on page 318 in the sefer-ha-hakarim edition of the kokang translation for unfortunately i can’t read kapetron

in the border zones corteges, long and mute and faintly green, not in tense or in any sane, parade (if that’s the word and it’s not) slightly closer to tansothbabya though, if the truth be told (and it’s not) the chadites are their greater number. i join them for a time if only to remind me to wash my ibices which have leapt beyond the records

surprised i’m still alive for the third extinctions almost killed me and still might i sneak out to see my hope at nights when the ash somewhat sometimes lifts and the paddywiglen rems, spending a few moments with it though the oodening often follow and their recitations prod the paddywiglen rousing the aguffawing and even if in that brief interlude alfreda of east obsidian of polystichum the polypod considers recessing it doesn’t

kapetron’s of the opinion in some circles considered considered as far as i can tell at least and while i used to be able to tell fairly far now i’m not so sure alfreda’s of the clad that breathes from death. first it is said one breathes from respiration and this is the ovate next it is written one breathes from digits and this is the witch penultimately it is known one breathes from mycelium and this is the bard and in the end it is seen which is the middle one breathes from death and this is the arch. so the point is if alfreda of subulicystidius of polypod of east obsidian of polystichum of the dark arches notices and the artifices of the haruspices’ codices become unsung the loosely linked helices may vermiculize into the extinctions and the ash may lift and there the sun