And then all sheets are stained in blood.  All skies rain down beads of blood, streams of blood /

All sheets are dunes, red dunes, rust coloured blood stained dunes.  The rain only rust coloured rain.

Madgadin.  Megadadin.  Magagdidin.  did.

I live inside of myself.

Bloody stain.

And then alll shall be forgotten... ..


All silk trains must die.  All dead silk trains must unravel downward.

Ode to Greece.

Oath of greases.  Grecian oceans.  Parisian tongue-tied.

Par

The stains.

Arlight.

Our.



Ourisan.

issan.



Gregarious George. JOrge.

  Artisan fresian flavor. parisans.
isian flavor.  Parisian flames.  Parisian flame city.  Charred.  Blackened coal.


Bassonnette:


I'm not going to let you go.  This is what all he heard before being materialized in such a world, like creeping
violin strings, a nimble flute placed in such a place, and while he knew nothing, he felt something of this place
like he was dreaming while awake in this world, of a sleeping boy in another place, never to wake, even for thunderous
intent.       

He had a lamp.....


Thunderous world.  Blue/purple sparkle, and garble.

/ thunder.

Reckless, and damp.  Water spot soak, damped turn in spirit light badly lit and fading, flickering, smoldering,
orange turning to bluish gray.

And the maidens sink into/within their seats/chairs, in anticipation./s

The stars were never as high as they are now.
The clout of clouds.

The cult holds fire, ice, and potpourri

Stragetism  Strategism.


This is how I make my bread n'/and butter, I great God with my good humoured insolence and!
 this is how I/what gives me glee!  Like a deck of cards I scatter the folk that be unto damnations, and thou wilt be an
utter fool!, to think that I won't keep the aces in my hole/hold and seam... to bracket all that should be like joints and
legs of UTTER ants to me!  BUGS, INNNNSECTS!!!@  My wrath smites the kings and queens' warted visages, and warps the green trees.

Oh God, come here, come forth, and save me!  Save moi!  Save this lonely soul who is by me!  I hate you but save us
all!  I will bury you as you pass over me like this, and those eyes I shall shatter, naught is within your power!
You have proved to be the adversary of none, and this materialization means my groin will further destraught the 
lands!  The world ground into is my domain and I own it all!  This passing over is worthless.  Hahahahha!  My groan comes to you and
you hear it, the resounding sound of my plea, and thou shalt be nothing but to answer this question, oh LORD of lords!,  I shall bury you in the black sediment sky!
with a robe made of cosmic mesh!  Your starry-gazed eyes mean nothing more to me than the inane prayer upon which I bake
my own bread but PLEAD FOR MORE.  Tis anon, and on that cherry night of wine that I shall splatter, time gone by the bottle
and hares shall hop.  Weeds sprout up in number and great thicket/s arise, and arouse my suspicion that not even fruits come
into fruition, WITH OUT YOU LORD.  Watch out you Lord.  Which out  you Lord.  But I pray not, but I pray, and this double face enforces my coinage as just but a pawn of
my own self.  And thus, I damn myself to drink naught but wine until another day, where unto I damn myself to be asunder in
a multitude of wenches, careening 'round my tub cleaning me, and 'til I CONdeMN! myself unto utter peril and damnation by
rottin this land further than any and being king of nothing, causing the smolder of innocence... ..  
And once it is over, the pinnacle of sweat shall overflow from my pores, in an utter happiness incapable of rendering itself
in any other circumstance, and unable to reverse itself to MERe mediocrity!  The most harmonious song, capable of moving my heart
to one minimalist beat, and nothing else, is coming, and I shall sit in my own joyous sinew and cry... forever.

What?  No, this... you bastard of blank texts!  I spit on this ground!  *Sky turns black and dark mussell begins
eating away at the atmosphere, lands, all matter. Except for BAssonnette, whose wings are glowing a faint gold
hue.

--Disgustion.

grovery liset.  Inset. tte.

Lesit.  Leset  Lessette  Lissette Lisette.

And be down it, down the vine, the ultimate capillary.



Burst.

Until you know the truth, everything is white noise.

The soft grinding of the saws, legs crossed, waiting for the wonder.  Feet perched.  Need purged.