Coral Reef Regalium
Coral Reef Regalium
The sunburnt foxes who first stood on two legs, took the rocks they had lazed on last year
and learnt to sport at donkeys - sending the mules to sea.
The black mules mused on Averroes, navigating by fish shoals, forgot Damascus, and appealed to the fairness of the navigator who cargoed them out to sea in the first instance.
The infertile mules, stubbornly happy and evasive, read well the fragility of the riders
and the whisperers who quoted Homer and death.
A white English linen of codices and hygiene, from India, held the first book of the tripartite major monotheisms. The Torah is God, The Bible is the Son, and the Q'uran is the Holy Spirt. The
law cases that had slaughtered many were akin to Bud Abbott and Lou Costello arguments.
Despite Religion and Slaughter, daylight still came.
The magicians and carnivalesque slipped through skinny walls and slept with
theorems that ran through generations.
Somewhere a man was lost at sea and was wept for. Somewhere the fish feast as if in adultery.
The drunk knows not to undo their shoelaces until home, a twenty year drunkenness can only
be a book. Viticulture has tattooed the chameleon's eyes and only the polite nod and smile
and this confusion is of delight to all.
Marine botany also causes hangovers the edge and shoelaces untied, waving in the wind with
the ambiguous semaphore of popularity.
The mistridden horse dynasties take the right riders. The riders from the Islands take to horses
as soon as they can walk.
And the proper Englishman in the heat and hypothermia of his scurrilous constructions
leaves his door, to walk in a coral reef. His vomitus gave the coral its colour or so they say.
The systems of Westminster is of this clay.
--
As is so fashionable in facebook by Amateurs, which I definitely know I am, I will name and date this.
Suttungmjaðar
c 1204
The sunburnt foxes who first stood on two legs, took the rocks they had lazed on last year
and learnt to sport at donkeys - sending the mules to sea.
The black mules mused on Averroes, navigating by fish shoals, forgot Damascus, and appealed to the fairness of the navigator who cargoed them out to sea in the first instance.
The infertile mules, stubbornly happy and evasive, read well the fragility of the riders
and the whisperers who quoted Homer and death.
A white English linen of codices and hygiene, from India, held the first book of the tripartite major monotheisms. The Torah is God, The Bible is the Son, and the Q'uran is the Holy Spirt. The
law cases that had slaughtered many were akin to Bud Abbott and Lou Costello arguments.
Despite Religion and Slaughter, daylight still came.
The magicians and carnivalesque slipped through skinny walls and slept with
theorems that ran through generations.
Somewhere a man was lost at sea and was wept for. Somewhere the fish feast as if in adultery.
The drunk knows not to undo their shoelaces until home, a twenty year drunkenness can only
be a book. Viticulture has tattooed the chameleon's eyes and only the polite nod and smile
and this confusion is of delight to all.
Marine botany also causes hangovers the edge and shoelaces untied, waving in the wind with
the ambiguous semaphore of popularity.
The mistridden horse dynasties take the right riders. The riders from the Islands take to horses
as soon as they can walk.
And the proper Englishman in the heat and hypothermia of his scurrilous constructions
leaves his door, to walk in a coral reef. His vomitus gave the coral its colour or so they say.
The systems of Westminster is of this clay.
--
As is so fashionable in facebook by Amateurs, which I definitely know I am, I will name and date this.
Suttungmjaðar
c 1204
