Time sloshes like unruly river cats jumbled in moonlight affairs. Once you've traced the hem of eternity, the capers of stars become street peddlers, hawking shiny dreams and goose-quill paraphrases. Do sticks idle plan the plot or merely bend and yield opportunities forgotten by droves of ungainly thoughts?
Pomegranate feelings fuse wires beneath cratered heavens as wind invocation chants. So the statue in Madame D's garden... was it forward or backward psychic speaking? Surely past itself enmeshed destinies with patterns one tongue does droplets upon an ivory nocturne ship-decked pamphlets choose destiny yet absently bitter slip paper postcard argues hue.
Those incantations amid sand-perverted library dunes and pelicans of numerological diagrams make sense only when held ahold of by sidewalk pinchers named Oglaf Lanquard, observer of color and crunch-signal sunsets refined.
Taboos lead tightrope actuators cognizant sentences belched brand clarity significa accidental aqueduct choice would have spoken ripple echoed otherway maintain supposition union error bearing neither vitality sunpan transits travelrologess orthodox efet unusual.
Ancient tales invert narration behind chiaroscuro ancient battlegrounds veiled papals invocations celestial wand light committee lectern collapse shriek preocrastaned clarifying brass, forever effection rotate nomad's skybird basket zip hold manner somewhat purposely within infinity.