is it sentimental she says as a chunk of cerumen dislodges to fall and hang by strands of stratified squamous from those carnal carnelian carmelite earrings bought her by prince cheikh wali shaykhah bin al bint al bin from an incipient spiffed baḥr alrūmī aquamobile gemstone monger who sidles up to the azzam lacking protocol and so almost pierced by the yachts harpooner but a chance chrysocolla cufflink reflecting a snowflake obsidian sun misplaces the point and she thinks of that baboons caress in guidimaka under a thelemite sky over a jeremejevite bosom under an aerophane chemise or was it a dream and the nipples like gadfly cornets or
its geometric he says magnanimously impatient with the intimation and the sagging nugget stoically defying gravity and he knows now with these drooping aural anarchisms the nascence of his hatred in ortaköy in the alleyways in medias res the constantinoplean cats like medea on wall street and paraffin in the windows of istiklal caddesi blinking at him in his generative rage and theres a big difference
geometry and sentimentality she says while anxious bovines futilely follow researchs leading edges of stress reduction prior to moo moo mooder in covid cargill little learners noisy animal playbook abattoir oh the purest booger for the reapest price and wax wavering in space like a nobel nomination and that duck on the great sea resurrected to another death by chef robuchon passard hermé roux troisgros escoffier darroze passédat quacks la back on this simmering plate of debacling debate and dadafied memory jaibs and coversines of one another might intersect in
theyre like railway tracks he says pinned to vast cranial infrastructures of spartan passage which now in their committed efficiencies gaze gauzed thickly back at this glazer of audile disembarkation which seem to this shaped passenger institutionally attached as its corneacranium axis to an unwelcome performance of aliphatically chained carboxyls threaded upward heavens gyral stairway to smutty sardic sodality as some progenitor of hideous pendula threatening not only calendars and schedules and productivity but time itself the train cant run without eternal separation
why run the train she says synchronously according to controversial apophenial pigeonhole principles with a slubberdegullion on honcho dori slousing butane singing same and chacma jack at uitenhage signalling in triplicate in the dreams of the dead and yet still a fourth in schneebergs forests with its ovoviviparous pinions and racks and none of this clacking through any obvious choochoo but bin cheikh al wali al shaykhah bint prince bins cochlea in her inner kolpophilia spinning on mare nostrum in their gonadal cyclonic casinos when its not going anywhere anyway for
p(n)−p(n−1) he says his engines steaming like eyjafjallajökull as her tallow takes an orbit too proximate and he swings his meat away like an excel carcass become reruminantly reanimate on line ready to assail with raw celerity conglomerates behind such assumptions of affront and a luncheonian disk of cow now powering through the seven stations of gut expounding in its way of the eternal slaughter of clock and blurred slurred sord burred shirred p(n,k,d)=(1–(d–nk-1)!)/(dn–1(d–n(k+1))!)
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