A lake gathering pebbles unwinds a blissful turbulence. An origin waiting for branching tongues in static. 34 Sick of the black current and the fear that feeds it, I scatter the moons of ashes in a fetid rain. Impossible delays in genetic serum account for the increasing role of deviance as scapegoat in the disinformation racket. Blown from the dugs of a steel-bodied crone, the young feed on a bitstream of gratuitous obfuscation.
Commodity is a waste dispersal system.
Or enchanted to reveal a pit of the secular ape. Largess of the fractured corpse.