An aspirant disclotted the starling of meaning. Weirded out into making sentences. Miles of behoovement among the pallor-droned persons. That sort of slavering is not the usual result. All of these conditions are rare. I limned the woman with my fish. This an outlawed kind of making. This is water as black pool, bottomless. I discover something new every time I feed it. I first hired the menagerie to sit upon my lap. Later, I begged. The fires distracted them, even when they consented. Their own adamantine ribcages distracted them, their especial breathing, their eyes illumined by the cortullux of mystery, dredged and dredged. It is difficult for a single person to surround any other single person. I have endeavored to give the ear a tongue, the tongue an ear, the devourer his own special devourer. I have seen your crow. It is muscular. I like it far better than my crow. I shoot at it with the snout of a wolf. I first took you for a desultory beast. I humped various macular tissues. I became undone. I became a constellation of frying pans. I limned the woman with fish. Let me say again and most happily they were not her fish.