Abstract

No ordinary muscle opens superstition'snest or miscarries of simulacrum,nettles one's metaphysics or splitsnude orphans merrily on Sundaynor on Mondays or swingsnumbskull over metempsychotic owls, slayingnetherworld's odious monarch. Of suchnoble's oddity may oesophagus sputternothing obscene, may only seeneurotic ordeal's magnetism. Our soul'snatural opportunism mocks overwrought self,nods off, makes overtures, simpersnow or mumbles opprobrious soliloquy.No other mind offers suchnemesis or matches our slipperynourishment of moldy onion substances,nauseous oncogenic messes, on sight.Nurseling of mob obliges, strumsnotes on mankind's organs, steadilynudging our memories of swiftnothings, of mutiny, of soaringnaked over mimetic origins, sleepingnights on maelstrom or sippingneutered oyster milk.