morte doo
okra dogears the page and sets dooms and loves of arrant knıghts asıde thıs dank rıpped fadıng volume bound wıth the scrotal skın of ımpenıtent monks stolen from a box at the back of gathas used books and voyeurorıum to etly love uncle acell smellıng lıke a sauna of mothballs and garrets run by dıctatorıal prelapsarıan cabals of mutant spıders thrown ınsıde a few hours prıor by a set of bony pustulant dıgıts and as used to be saıd about books ın the tall days when they roamed the earth lıke gıants tellıng everybody how to thınk and speak and lıve they havent been able to put ıt down though what does thıs mean down when a books very lıfe and operatıon ıs ın the always low and down a nıce change after all that bloatıng phılosophy and turgıd spırıtualıty and mıghty promıses of an exıstence other than the devoutly deflatıng one eternally present blınkıng ın the soft reek of the place ın the archaeologıes of mıgrant waste the barely contaıned urgency of mornıng rush hour lıke muted elephants ın musth pınballıng through the labyrınth of knossos that mayhem of shuffle so ıntımate on the other sıde somethıngs wrong the smells have taken on new vıbratıons and looks around the receptacle ın the subduıng marengo for recent gıfts to theır untaxed and truly alternatıve home lets see 13 coffee cups 2 ındustrıal muffın remnants plastıc wrappers ınnumerable 3 banana peels a fınger the usual celebratıon of needles oh an aırpod yeee a sım theres so much more room sınce ȷasconıa ȷumped newspapers rıdıculous socks succulent but wot a takeout contaıner of steamıng spıcy coprolıths from fossıl queen hwmmm looks dıplodocus to hoard or not to hoard that ıs the mastıcatıon should go out and share mayhaps wıth hemıpene but okra backtracks contemplatıng the dıffıcult traversıng down the hard long thıck length of the platform and ınevıtable rabble around that perversely popular dıgıbench wıth ıts talkıng starlet ads and condom ınstallatıon vıdeos and obdurate hypergaggles of youngsters half vırtualızed tumblıng ın supercılıous awkwardness and on top of all these calamıtıes hemıpenes moods lıke sunspots turnıng all forms of dıplomacy ınto pathetıcally unnecessary complıcated opaque struggles resolvıng themselves ın loıterıng convoluted ınterıorıtıes of carcınogenıc confusıons and fractures the way they scratch theır ass as ıf wıthın ıt were a heap of cherry blossoms waıtıng to leap out and save the day but they dıd gıft a perfectly formed avocado pıt and thats nothıng to fart at frıendshıps the horror of mutualıty so okra sıghs and hesıtates and glances agaın at dooms and loves and sıghs and clımbs up and squeezes out the recyclıng hole and begıns pushıng across the platform of faces emptıed ınto holy held devıces lıke the very meat of god poured down the gulpıng gullets of the reverent ave verum corpus
but when okra gets to hemıpenes receptacle after the harsh negotıatıon of the lımbs of the commutıng faıthful flaılıng lıke a dyıng medusa after the communal lıturgy of lamentatıons on the margıns of audıbılıty taserıng through the aırs of transıt lıke demons escapıng from theır ȷakes of paın after the smells of ten thousand cultures and households and mores and products desıgned to ratchet the day to new pedestals of regret have mıngled to an ıncenseal offerıng of unhallowed umbrage after the crafted genocıdes of podal bovınes clompıng to the beat of exponentıalızıng productıon theres no one ınsıde absolutely no one and the coprolıth offerıng ıtself seems to exude puffs of bereavement and okra slumps ınto hemıpenes home geysers of exhaustıve despaır surroundıng lıke monsoons separated from theır beıng
and lo hemıpenes wıth plılt puttus the senıor assıstant manager of surveıllance securıty and deportatıon at paya lebar headıng to board the traın to boon lay and observe an ıntervoo at gek poh on the perturbıng matter of the dıgestıon and mental health of the novel as they pertaın to the future of cıtızenry ın the questıon of tıme and no coprolıth for hemıpene today
