I told him, instead of feeling it shift position, these modern Romans’ words belched in frenzy.
My attention was captured. You will be appalled, to say the least; one thing leads to another.
Incidentally, the Philosophers’ Stone! A coherent picture of the universe, this steamy carnival. Pale enthusiast, in a word-- Universal Analogy.
An intellectual construction sank heavily out of sight, beloved woman clinging to some balcony.
But Newport, 1765, a crime of my own, into emblems--core of a paranoiac illness.
For the child as entirely new, to take on a more disturbing bulk, a carved doorway, I can still see.
Possession of the minds of desire.
Driven by vague resemblance differently.
The child must learn what you least expect.
--Mixed phrases selected by chance (with minor edits) from the following books:
Wrong Numbers by Franklin Rosemont
The Custom House of Desire: A Half-Century of Surealist Stories, ed. J.H. Mattews
New Introductory Lectures on Psychoanalysis by Sigmund Freud
Juliette by the Marquis DeSade
Waking up Screaming, H.P. Lovecraft
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