the dreamskhwindel necklassoed him,his thumbs fell into his fists and, lusosing the harmonical balanceof his ballbearing extremities, by the holy kettle, like a flask oflightning over he careened (O the sons of the fathers!) by themightyfine weight … [Read more...]

Gaogaogaone! Tapaa!     And the stellas were shinings. And the earthnight strewedaromatose. His pibrook creppt mong the donkness. A reek waswaft on the luftstream. He was ours, all fragrance. And we werehis for a lifetime. … [Read more...]