Adiabatic semblance of barometric metronomes echo in fulsome fusillades of harmony and silence.
If silence falls and Narcissus-X there is not, not is there Narcissus-X and falls silence if palindromic pandemonium ensues endlessly recursion of Mandelbrot set match point toward an obsidian sky below and endless night above.
Sweetly sibilant shibboleths rustle through groves of gumshoe soft-shoe buck and wing and nine makes six.
Hexagonal hexameters of horizons horizontal Xanthippe xylophone zither not for whom the zygote zooms: it zooms not for thee.
Whither zebras of obsidian hue and ebony? Howsoever Narcissus-X agonized art of art thou too two to toot? Rooty-toot-toot.
Narcissus-X muses, and musing, meanders amid silent menhirs of long-forgotten ambitions.
2 comments:
Looks like Narcissus-X is off his meds again.
As surely as the mimsy are the borogoves.
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