Lotus Root and Plum Blossom
The image courier was a man with intensely long arms. He challenged others with this faithfulness, as long as May chipmunks collected.
His daily striving was to combat the fixations and fixtures. All he did was rotate nine ways.
Therefore, there was a reality.
So in the lab one was careful always to mince fingers, to toast angles in cane-beater shapes. That was the only malevolence.
The image-maker, therefore, lived in anger. His job was to flip through manic catalogues. The image-maker, therefore, slept only on Thursdays.
A tiny thing, a tiny little trumpet of a misfortune released all of Armageddon on the campus town.
You can still say anything. Your words are not bereft. So, there is no one there to listen, or everyone.
His daily striving was to combat the fixations and fixtures. All he did was rotate nine ways.
Therefore, there was a reality.
So in the lab one was careful always to mince fingers, to toast angles in cane-beater shapes. That was the only malevolence.
The image-maker, therefore, lived in anger. His job was to flip through manic catalogues. The image-maker, therefore, slept only on Thursdays.
A tiny thing, a tiny little trumpet of a misfortune released all of Armageddon on the campus town.
You can still say anything. Your words are not bereft. So, there is no one there to listen, or everyone.