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Luxor of the Gigantic Purple Banana Peels & Liquidated Zebroid Stacks of Oneironomics (The Economics of All Possible Dreams) The Omniverse was born in a gigantic purple banana peel Violet tonned star gyppers the Humanisphere’s of Dendromancy Leaking tarantula Smokies upon the garlic sausages of Oneiromancy Synthetic clouds are soaked with Neptunian moons And these Neptunian moons disco jockey the flamboyancies, gold-striking the Barkerville, B.C., where all legions of Hamadryad beetles, espionage the humors of Thalesian Barbizon bronze-wielders Wielding the salutations of potsherd Lapis Lazuli lemurs with gigantic locust heads And jackal bodies, twisting upon the epicene of the fumigation oils of 1:AM, grilling the succotash, and ovens screaming at the speed of all possible thoughts, Somehow the bread-of-cavalry is leaking grasshoppered, motorcycling purple racoons Raining slugs from the Seventh Heaven skies where Nietzsche’s Ubermensch rides a Zamboni to the star-wriggled

Ciborium of the Quantum Chimera Cathedralizations When we met in the mediumistic lunar high school hallways as this masonry of the wolfish Calumet pettifogging the silhouette sirocco bungling of the stars which metallically are burnished with the solar machines of a Chagall and Emily Carr dreamscape. Somehow sylphic the gargoyles which penetrant the supersonic siphonic wombs of these gynocentric master- pieces in the Artscape vista. Vestigial. The warthog gigantic kaleidoscopic rubbery castles inducing the Talis mannequins, to leap between the cigarette ashtrays that know only The Calumets rearing Ouroboric ossified hyper passionate rooms of vomiting glove boxes and yeti keychains. The moon’s sheep dog tongue wriggles the hyper abstract mongoose skulls for the antediluvian emanationist wolves tumbling between the inveterate gossamer faced Looney Tune automobile shows which mergansers the sleeping fires of all these prismatic pyrimidine Luxor’s somehow framing the carnivorous frozen

Lilliputian Lithography of the Leprechaun Raining Mahogany Clouds I begin to smoke up the hylozoistic glen of moons which are bandaged with swimming trunks out guillotining the oneirocrats pilloried by the wigwam John Deer’s as this ever glowing termite is plastering the Ouroboros reincarnating the voluptuous womankind as a symphony lardiest stick of wolverine face galloping Clydesdale headed exoplanets I dissect you as the philosophical Vitruvian woman who sempiternally ossifies the desiccations of the passionate thrusting of a water bed fruitioning all the tempestuous seas of Shakespearean lasciviousness … Through the hallucinatory presage elevator shackling the pumice and sloths of Transylvanian horrors as the Dravidian crayfish somehow break over the oneirothymic Edenic breakfast sausages Which oppositional defiant rite of werewolf bankers who gasconaded the carburetor roto sphere engine slipping the oneiroglyphics sanctimonious factions of mummified fat with sphenion and the

The Stupefaction of the Spectacular Bat-Woman of the Nocturnal Transylvanian Overhead Skies Her redwood manacles of succulent carnivorous jackfruits in a wildflower sea of a luciferin hamlet through her serpentine love seat annualizing the arbors of ice cream tubs. A crescent moon in her antlers. Traveling by the petticoats sculpted of bronze Trojan horse rearing Aristotelian Lyceums. Hypatia loquaciously knits all possible realities out of the window fires and her medusae bra strap. We dreamscape of the philistine goddess of gaslit chandeliers hanging from omniversal jungle’s that’s his Rosicrucian Heidelberg chest hair. Klondike snow sliding off the Godzilla’s buttocks. The godmother of Darwinian ape women tributaries the plumage of the peregrinating raging trapezes and the brocades of the sweating suction cups between the hind legs of the gigantic neon Technicolor Hyenas, devouring all the hind legs of the raging Lutheran churches, knowing only the quantum mysterianism of the Luxor

Life is a Doric Skulk of Winterscapic Red Pandas Systemizing the suctioned tubed Ouroboric appendage of the star-toned medusae, Flaunting in the Mastodon’s rearing Zwitterionic conch shell of serpentine tubular sirloin drippings As the Redwood’s, stand tall, milking all the Starryscapes, with pyromaniac eddies and flippers Burnishing the desktop computer print outs of cybernetic birdhouses Gluing all the oneiric optometrists with the nectarine of elephantine exploding testicular anvil’s, Rushing before the Petalomanias, Pignolia, of the Doric, caterwauling skulk of red pandas, For who rises before the columns rushing all the marbled statues, Diabolizing the ochrous moonstones, And putrescent fiery stupefying purple lioness paws entangling all the Twin Earth globes of space 324 For where doth the fructose, and mandarins, are plucked from the sapphire irises of cawing magpies, Meadowlarks harpoon the flagellant milliard outpost’s that budwood the Klondikes of Bella Coola to Prince

Jackrabbits Ride Zamboni’s to the Starryscapes // Achronalities of the Violet Moon’s Sirloin Drippings Jackrabbits ride Zamboni’s to the Starryscapes, for we all possess microcosms of omniversal qualia, Maledictorious Serenity lozenges the pushcart and Pushkin poetics of Astro- Poetics, where the loup-garou’s belt Astrid, and Garter Snake locomotion’s of liquidated ashtray soap suds, banqueted to the starlight, Gasconading endless prairie-stacks of quadratic birdhouses, cyphering the gi- gantic emerald Sasquatch, who knows only libertine aphorisms, and kippers by the creek bend with the Apotheotic Medicine Women riding Zamboni’s to the stars, For which Garter Snake is a Scissor-Back amongst Medusa’s conch? For who blazons the Smokies that Rockier Lake Louise, and the Columbia Ice Fields, upon the gelid ice sheets of sempiternal chronesthesiac memories? — Expunging the Minotaur’s Mastodon and Millipedal Milliards, with the starfish and sea anemones gluing the finger tips of Billy

Oneirolexic Doric Jawbreakers & Pazinaclone Phthalazone I can see the monastic mahogany werewolves, Trickling Toonies down the ocelot’s vegetable paws, Sepulcher the architectural Herbarium of the Mind, Animate the Meadowlark’s Scorpion-booted pathway, into the centrolophid dawn-quake, Gnomonic the phosphorescent submarine-faced Aardwolves rearing on jungle gyms stuffed to the dregs with words, Ah, a quadratic verbal waterfall that Quassia’s the Quaternal Quavers, Quibbler the quarrelsome winged enchantress foaming the flippers of a gigantic purple hyena, And the corgis of the Starryscapes undulate their roseate mastodon Malayiza- tion, Unlike the Valorization’s, that promulgate the peregrinating falconer of Di- atomic, Doric well-springs of patinized thoughts, Lubricating the nightjars with the pickled hams incensing the frosted rainstorms of the night sky, Lesioning the pentalongin and penetrant opalescent tumors of the Rhodesia Harlequin’s, Spending sempiternity, in Vancouver

Scorpion Faced Rhinoceros Businesswoman of the Stars All the business women of the stars are somehow raining from all the neon green moonshiner orchidaceous ochres. To weave garter snake itinerary with the porcupine nuns battering ram a phallic buttock machines as a ciborium precisely quantum mereotopologies the pantaloons which eucharist this lamination of the petticoats through the pettifoggers and bootleggers of Timbuktu. As this frostbitten jack lantern is sliced open with the succulence of pumpkin rhubarb lime grease marinated chicken upon the solar empress’s goblin rubbery sneakers and the female pope springs open the metallic werewolf with its brassy bras and hips spilled from the hebephrenic monstrance of Finnegans Wake junkyard packed at the Library of Babel bottle depots which somehow the clownfish schools changed their hermaphroditic sex to the political pentarchies of transspecies communication xenodochies as Andromeda splendors the Imperial Romaniuk and lightning bolts

Lake Louise One Starryscapic Night In the turquoise eyeball of Lake Louise, the mountains lean inward like Neo- Platonist’s whispering fluorescent butterflying equations to the night sky. The water remembers glaciers, but dreams in apeirogons, tessellating genuflections of goddesses that eternally existed—like the square root of nostalgia or the inverse of existential wellsprings of rapture. Above the lake, a Dyson sphere back masks like a wildflower engineered by gods who majored in mereotopology. It drinks the iridescent champagne of the turquoise sun not for warmth, but for the taste of tachyons aged in hollow barrels. Each panel hums a hymnbook to negentropy, and the sky bleeds with the wanderlust of being watched by its own invention. Buckyballs roll down the slopes like carbonite clowns, juggling eternities and laughing in fullerene dialects. They bounce between spruce pine resin bulbed trees and quantum altered states, leaving behind crystalline entrails of aromatic rings that

Barkerville’s Quantum Resurrected Kant Wriggled in a Quantum Echo Chamber In Barkerville, B.C., where the ghosts of gold pan in the creeks of memory, the air smells of cedar and unresolved longing. Zhuangzi’s butterfly flutters through the saloon doors, drunk on paradox, its wings dusted with dream logic and the pollen of forgotten selves. Kant sits at the poker table, anteing noumena against phenomena, his categorical imperative scribbled on the back of a whiskey label. Outside, quantum locusts hum in Planck-time rhythms, their wings folding and unfolding in probability clouds, devouring the wheat of certainty and leaving behind stalks of maybe. Psychiatry blooms in the corners like wild orchids— delicate, diagnostic, divine—its petals whispering DSM codes in tongues only the soul understands. The town itself is a Möbius strip of perception, where the past loops into the present and the miners dig not for gold but for meaning, for the glint of lucidity in the ore of madness. A

Luxor of the Gigantic Purple Banana Peels & Liquidated Zebroid Stacks of Oneironomics (The Economics of All Possible Dreams) The Omniverse was born in a gigantic purple banana peel Violet tonned star gyppers the Humanisphere’s of Dendromancy Leaking tarantula Smokies upon the garlic sausages of Oneiromancy Synthetic clouds are soaked with Neptunian moons And these Neptunian moons disco jockey the flamboyancies, gold-striking the Barkerville, B.C., where all legions of Hamadryad beetles, espionage the humors of Thalesian Barbizon bronze-wielders Wielding the salutations of potsherd Lapis Lazuli lemurs with gigantic locust heads And jackal bodies, twisting upon the epicene of the fumigation oils of 1:AM, grilling the succotash, and ovens screaming at the speed of all possible thoughts, Somehow the bread-of-cavalry is leaking grasshoppered, motorcycling purple racoons Raining slugs from the Seventh Heaven skies where Nietzsche’s Ubermensch rides a Zamboni to the star-wriggled

Ciborium of the Quantum Chimera Cathedralizations When we met in the mediumistic lunar high school hallways as this masonry of the wolfish Calumet pettifogging the silhouette sirocco bungling of the stars which metallically are burnished with the solar machines of a Chagall and Emily Carr dreamscape. Somehow sylphic the gargoyles which penetrant the supersonic siphonic wombs of these gynocentric master- pieces in the Artscape vista. Vestigial. The warthog gigantic kaleidoscopic rubbery castles inducing the Talis mannequins, to leap between the cigarette ashtrays that know only The Calumets rearing Ouroboric ossified hyper passionate rooms of vomiting glove boxes and yeti keychains. The moon’s sheep dog tongue wriggles the hyper abstract mongoose skulls for the antediluvian emanationist wolves tumbling between the inveterate gossamer faced Looney Tune automobile shows which mergansers the sleeping fires of all these prismatic pyrimidine Luxor’s somehow framing the carnivorous frozen

Lilliputian Lithography of the Leprechaun Raining Mahogany Clouds I begin to smoke up the hylozoistic glen of moons which are bandaged with swimming trunks out guillotining the oneirocrats pilloried by the wigwam John Deer’s as this ever glowing termite is plastering the Ouroboros reincarnating the voluptuous womankind as a symphony lardiest stick of wolverine face galloping Clydesdale headed exoplanets I dissect you as the philosophical Vitruvian woman who sempiternally ossifies the desiccations of the passionate thrusting of a water bed fruitioning all the tempestuous seas of Shakespearean lasciviousness … Through the hallucinatory presage elevator shackling the pumice and sloths of Transylvanian horrors as the Dravidian crayfish somehow break over the oneirothymic Edenic breakfast sausages Which oppositional defiant rite of werewolf bankers who gasconaded the carburetor roto sphere engine slipping the oneiroglyphics sanctimonious factions of mummified fat with sphenion and the

The Stupefaction of the Spectacular Bat-Woman of the Nocturnal Transylvanian Overhead Skies Her redwood manacles of succulent carnivorous jackfruits in a wildflower sea of a luciferin hamlet through her serpentine love seat annualizing the arbors of ice cream tubs. A crescent moon in her antlers. Traveling by the petticoats sculpted of bronze Trojan horse rearing Aristotelian Lyceums. Hypatia loquaciously knits all possible realities out of the window fires and her medusae bra strap. We dreamscape of the philistine goddess of gaslit chandeliers hanging from omniversal jungle’s that’s his Rosicrucian Heidelberg chest hair. Klondike snow sliding off the Godzilla’s buttocks. The godmother of Darwinian ape women tributaries the plumage of the peregrinating raging trapezes and the brocades of the sweating suction cups between the hind legs of the gigantic neon Technicolor Hyenas, devouring all the hind legs of the raging Lutheran churches, knowing only the quantum mysterianism of the Luxor

Life is a Doric Skulk of Winterscapic Red Pandas Systemizing the suctioned tubed Ouroboric appendage of the star-toned medusae, Flaunting in the Mastodon’s rearing Zwitterionic conch shell of serpentine tubular sirloin drippings As the Redwood’s, stand tall, milking all the Starryscapes, with pyromaniac eddies and flippers Burnishing the desktop computer print outs of cybernetic birdhouses Gluing all the oneiric optometrists with the nectarine of elephantine exploding testicular anvil’s, Rushing before the Petalomanias, Pignolia, of the Doric, caterwauling skulk of red pandas, For who rises before the columns rushing all the marbled statues, Diabolizing the ochrous moonstones, And putrescent fiery stupefying purple lioness paws entangling all the Twin Earth globes of space 324 For where doth the fructose, and mandarins, are plucked from the sapphire irises of cawing magpies, Meadowlarks harpoon the flagellant milliard outpost’s that budwood the Klondikes of Bella Coola to Prince

Jackrabbits Ride Zamboni’s to the Starryscapes // Achronalities of the Violet Moon’s Sirloin Drippings Jackrabbits ride Zamboni’s to the Starryscapes, for we all possess microcosms of omniversal qualia, Maledictorious Serenity lozenges the pushcart and Pushkin poetics of Astro- Poetics, where the loup-garou’s belt Astrid, and Garter Snake locomotion’s of liquidated ashtray soap suds, banqueted to the starlight, Gasconading endless prairie-stacks of quadratic birdhouses, cyphering the gi- gantic emerald Sasquatch, who knows only libertine aphorisms, and kippers by the creek bend with the Apotheotic Medicine Women riding Zamboni’s to the stars, For which Garter Snake is a Scissor-Back amongst Medusa’s conch? For who blazons the Smokies that Rockier Lake Louise, and the Columbia Ice Fields, upon the gelid ice sheets of sempiternal chronesthesiac memories? — Expunging the Minotaur’s Mastodon and Millipedal Milliards, with the starfish and sea anemones gluing the finger tips of Billy

Oneirolexic Doric Jawbreakers & Pazinaclone Phthalazone I can see the monastic mahogany werewolves, Trickling Toonies down the ocelot’s vegetable paws, Sepulcher the architectural Herbarium of the Mind, Animate the Meadowlark’s Scorpion-booted pathway, into the centrolophid dawn-quake, Gnomonic the phosphorescent submarine-faced Aardwolves rearing on jungle gyms stuffed to the dregs with words, Ah, a quadratic verbal waterfall that Quassia’s the Quaternal Quavers, Quibbler the quarrelsome winged enchantress foaming the flippers of a gigantic purple hyena, And the corgis of the Starryscapes undulate their roseate mastodon Malayiza- tion, Unlike the Valorization’s, that promulgate the peregrinating falconer of Di- atomic, Doric well-springs of patinized thoughts, Lubricating the nightjars with the pickled hams incensing the frosted rainstorms of the night sky, Lesioning the pentalongin and penetrant opalescent tumors of the Rhodesia Harlequin’s, Spending sempiternity, in Vancouver

Scorpion Faced Rhinoceros Businesswoman of the Stars All the business women of the stars are somehow raining from all the neon green moonshiner orchidaceous ochres. To weave garter snake itinerary with the porcupine nuns battering ram a phallic buttock machines as a ciborium precisely quantum mereotopologies the pantaloons which eucharist this lamination of the petticoats through the pettifoggers and bootleggers of Timbuktu. As this frostbitten jack lantern is sliced open with the succulence of pumpkin rhubarb lime grease marinated chicken upon the solar empress’s goblin rubbery sneakers and the female pope springs open the metallic werewolf with its brassy bras and hips spilled from the hebephrenic monstrance of Finnegans Wake junkyard packed at the Library of Babel bottle depots which somehow the clownfish schools changed their hermaphroditic sex to the political pentarchies of transspecies communication xenodochies as Andromeda splendors the Imperial Romaniuk and lightning bolts

Lake Louise One Starryscapic Night In the turquoise eyeball of Lake Louise, the mountains lean inward like Neo- Platonist’s whispering fluorescent butterflying equations to the night sky. The water remembers glaciers, but dreams in apeirogons, tessellating genuflections of goddesses that eternally existed—like the square root of nostalgia or the inverse of existential wellsprings of rapture. Above the lake, a Dyson sphere back masks like a wildflower engineered by gods who majored in mereotopology. It drinks the iridescent champagne of the turquoise sun not for warmth, but for the taste of tachyons aged in hollow barrels. Each panel hums a hymnbook to negentropy, and the sky bleeds with the wanderlust of being watched by its own invention. Buckyballs roll down the slopes like carbonite clowns, juggling eternities and laughing in fullerene dialects. They bounce between spruce pine resin bulbed trees and quantum altered states, leaving behind crystalline entrails of aromatic rings that

Barkerville’s Quantum Resurrected Kant Wriggled in a Quantum Echo Chamber In Barkerville, B.C., where the ghosts of gold pan in the creeks of memory, the air smells of cedar and unresolved longing. Zhuangzi’s butterfly flutters through the saloon doors, drunk on paradox, its wings dusted with dream logic and the pollen of forgotten selves. Kant sits at the poker table, anteing noumena against phenomena, his categorical imperative scribbled on the back of a whiskey label. Outside, quantum locusts hum in Planck-time rhythms, their wings folding and unfolding in probability clouds, devouring the wheat of certainty and leaving behind stalks of maybe. Psychiatry blooms in the corners like wild orchids— delicate, diagnostic, divine—its petals whispering DSM codes in tongues only the soul understands. The town itself is a Möbius strip of perception, where the past loops into the present and the miners dig not for gold but for meaning, for the glint of lucidity in the ore of madness. A