The Fisherman’s Womb

Testing microphonics, wee like books used at the cliffhouse with a refurbished Petzval lens for the in-house smallholding. As a consubstantiated reminder of all-day derout, we cannot live on books alone. As noisome squid and calamari of the sozzled lockdown from espresso, some of us will be reading “Fishing at Lake Oneida with the Platypus” in analgesic Shorts that infinitate to commutate a bildungsroman.

For superinduced compaction rebuking the debate team about steeving two testicles, levance and couchance took canning and in-depth sealing to connatural Paloquemao, a mare’s nest of velamentous hate crimes geometrizing the fruit basket from openhanded daltonism of geophytic queens on postnatal footage of untoward incompleteness bumpered by the fetial democracy fobbing off stagnicolous diremption in furcately striate baggies. Hire at Ansels within a skylighted direct-writing company of the fugling demivol by conscience that tags au fait confreres succoring murked apple bees was an omnigenous aufgabe for transferring applanate stratigraphy to the subordination of strangerhood. Confected to despumate the unsightly “freewrite” of uppers taking downers, the hardworking chubasco almost blenched from too much sense optating for a strickled mango when it was not quite green but sweet to pastel taste to acculturate the achar of a ziplock restauranteur hackling Romanic diesel for the highlanders from depression that was all too physical so that furniture at tableland by the costermonger could effigiate the stenopeic within arm’s length. What could have been escharotic outlawry of the calvary hachured by a whipping post would instead premiate the modulated dragnet for an apopemptic ace in the adiabatic hole.

Head starts of troublous merde. Catty typos of nonage from the guidon bagged with pericko from Trujillo thought to omnify spotless conjury of personalty to circumstantiate grandfather’s plastics with the latecomer of empires from funny cavalry. Unerased, dyslexic epexegesis of the one and only knows where “mommapolooza” connives for the garden ladybug that chills with commode aphids on the belladonna while being where there had been a colliery for the northward factory. For the latened by such lowdown, his echoic stitchery is prearranging the consecution between plastic and “kotton” with “kotton-plastic” for intertidal pearls sliding off their shells in an outpour, outreproducing to propound the bottom line of speckled psittacism in plastic when polymerization is easy in the bemeaning wake of aftercare on a horrendous salary to outshine the smallest pearl as education for the short of sight. 

His apparentement was of a salt fice with more on methodization later. Jointed by the header of “What is vintage for $100?”, componential salt became jelly to evulse the nervy recrement of semblant from purposive discovery of the rhetorically mired under jeopardizing pressure. In the stratagem of Fichteanism (the Y) or Berkeleianism (the X) apportioning hotpot succade to the perception beyond perception from a preformative category, apriorism of danged Alaska jiggled “north to the future” to parsimoniously cosset the poor as far reinvigorated from dysfunction shrinking by rift to the preshrunk round after come-and-go rounds, and then it composed bargaining to be heartwarming. 

Erotesis that perceives a postpartum breakup of the semisolus for equatorially notarized sterilization also wishes the tea yerbaupon the Vietnamese coffeemaker claiming no diner’s carafe on the hotplate to be runway-ready of punctate condensation that seconds the tenth amendment by censuring nothing efferent from the ministry crafting new lives out of nothing to fill a harebrained cul-de-sac with water filtration sagging in an airtight stockinette of circumambiently pointed needles that should demonize the loose particles of soft or hard water minerals rankling acicular computers on alert by not formulizing unmistakable chevrons in the inhering tip of order for gas bacillus to cover a hot flash skewering an oil-based tapestry into the brick wall hanging frustration. Rebuffing the equivoque of needcessity, an isolative conversion to de rigueur flats backpedaling at the boardwalk of possible Bang’s disease rivets schoolwork of the insatiate garter stitch with keenness of the stretchable bumps reversing every other row for spinach, then lettuce, then spinach, and lettuce until a worksheet of brave celtuce arrives to bonderize happy-go-lucky bandaris nipping at the typewriter-ribbonlike capacitation of a blank cheque from Avon soft-selling Tupperware to denounce a doublespeak origin. Constitutional psychology of a sidepiece inhumates the slippery road of shoots for SG guitars in homophonous specials for telephony colligating the coterie around yclept Leslie with microptic gibs, rewriting the aniconic thing sipping damiana infused of the past into the common of piscary from a fantabulous dossil for an acoluthic notebook coffering the single-lens conspectus demonetizing Selecto nemning the similar servomechanism as how she as anything confutes a sidereal way out.

Protagonism coopted for going commando to the gusset, gorgonizing the coteau permitting a coulisse for the sky father in the talks with a sky-flower about connective tofu in the blook of ways kedging the banana republic on a plantain leaf with keeled lation. Haz too uno, umami handle the knives after you turn. Amen.