in moon place

it is well known for instance that the first truly symbolic book still lives and goes about its daily business on a remote island where its body is conjoined lovingly into the still and majestic construction of the cuddstif stoonammiform apartmental neo-altar which has recessed itself into a hole at the center of the island leaving the rest of the island wild howling and bleak by ego but a disdain to any plight what empyre refer for that mid-drift is a gough and a stoa a coral stoa and a meander run up on land gradually the slow and monumentally crumbling steps up from atlantis its eyebrow beards are jellied with mermaids squellies the various ouarles (weels) to a deepstub and laying out some random emblems of another courtly dirge a sea song whose mistaken spellings know true winged tongue but ones which are lost in dreams whereby the ghostly citizens mimic anemone and do no trash to cave and are castaways all the light guts savvy into their roots and have their eyes straight down into the individual grains as the agents of the mainland are likely to do anything their mindpelf being anynought more than a sludge canon's non anon and pearl to a lumpen crooking but the kynbuk supports a snaking roof where its weird spine soothes singingly and it can slip upright from all constables of force in an instant to table its awares to the slips of atoms in the airs and to whatever gas unites the eyes to an all-sympolic pad the lest leer of an all-symbolic bad which its forced pressure has rose by in a particular painting and as all roses of as if the sound suppled should supple ruled out a reclining odalisque and took talk in a flaming starfish ruse rose rush kindled ever by the peregrine rose and in its audrey countenance an indigo with indigo lions backwards and up the saint nib to its lickerish atlantis staircase the letter in the navel of the island and what no naval stood by in the case its sharp locks lingering to wit a word is a factory two tongues for one and gifting three more souls to the jellies that rug in the divan of its nearest never could never seethe it never draw out its line to the lane where the in be to the ain what the on would stay to the inn its every out would a hoarcastle and be in two their theor thrice a nander un islands cuss out all by light like a swollen sun for they are joy wranped rup do a harvest tessle but coral retracted in their belly to the tongues that came form from the mainland they are none they are staid in gussy plight where we as one in the singular all perform daily they piss in the mist and can be glands but the we of the book in door-swinging emblem get it mad and that's atlas to a wide eyed hotel and bandicoots get their peels all glittery and they go up twisty sockets to see strange vistas and hold their peels to lickerish postures and say this anyshape would durl a do rup license and it would spread by dint of a dinty durly mane a good thing like a transparent fang leading a gecko comet and so how does a tsunami act like a fang in the navel of william blake its cynicism carving wood to a satire digging archaeology into a satyr the minimal photon is 3 o lion pillow-flecked and glittered with external jitney kidneys a starfish in the globe theater


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