ALBION AWAKES. NOTHING ELSE MATTERS. ONE MAN'S PITH IS EVERYMAN'S PUDDING. NO MAN GIVES A FIG. YOU'VE GOT TO GET IT AGAIN ONCE YOU'VE GOTTEN FED UP WITH IT: GAINSAYING GETTING NOTHING FROM THE SAME. WHILE YOU TAKE ETHNICITY OUT OF THE ANTI-BODY, WHAT IS LEFT? POINTS OF ORIGIN TURNING OVER IN THE COMMON GRAVE WITLESS OF THE MISSED MARK, YET TARGETTING TIME & AGAIN THE MISS AS THE MARK FIXATED UNCTUOUSLY UPON ENGLISH SPEAKING MARSHMALLOWS SKEWER EASILY THE PIG IN WHEREABOUTS, WHERE THE POKE IS. DIG THE WHOLE DEEPER. I AM FULL OF HOLES. MUST I GIVE THEM BACK TO THEIR OWNERS? BUT THEN AGAIN, I ACT IN ALBION. I DON'T DO IT AS A PAID INFORMANT OF MORPHEOUS SON OF HYPNOSE. TAKE MY GNOSTIC APPENDAGE. I HAVE NOUSE FOR WHAT COMES OFF IN YOUR HAND.

 

THE PHENOMENAL BODY SEEN TO BE PERCEIVED AS POSSESSING PARTICLES VISIBLE EXCEPT TO THE UNAIDED EMBODIED EYE SLAPS ITS THIGH SIMILAR TO AUTOPSICAL FIBERS MORPHED TO INDISPOSE ROUGH LAMBS OF NO OCULARITY SUSCEPTIBLE TO PROOF FORETELLING, LIKE STRAIGHTFORWARD LIGHT, THE TERRIBLY IMPRESSIVE ALIEN SEEDED IN THE UNGRASPABLE HAND TORN BETWEEN NO MAN'S LAND AND STRINGY FLESH INSERTING GAPS CENTRAL TO MATERIAL DAMAGE INFLICTING THE ONLY PAIN PLAYING ON A LUTE ONE CHEMICAL INSTRUMENTALITY AFTER A SOOTHING OTHER CUTTING BUTTER FLAMING CHERUBS OUT OF SIDE EFFECTED SLABS LABORED OF ALBION"S BODY VISIBLY TOUCHED UNDER COVER OF REMOTELY STEERING TONGUES GUIDING SHIPS AS TILLERS TOILING AT SEA.