In the park, on its pedestal, the statue of the Actual Ox has an ear cocked towards the prayer circle, made mandatory following the purification laws, complete with design flaws, devised by Chief Francesco

Quotations from my thesis spread gangrenous through the populace, roostering on the handlebars of tenspeeds, careening through the Owl’s echolocation matrix; music to its own ears.

Ignited by the power of narrative, life-balm lives on in the spores that sprout in rings around the statue of The Actual Ox. Citizens gather there and quaff their thirsts and become loquacious.

Weren't there other runes, rated Rural, Urban or 13+, making patterns in the ruins in the ragged scrubland beyond Athens? You could have taken those as your guide.

By way of comparison, The Actual Ox spoke to me once per annum.

The messages came in surges, a flood of texts for 15 minutes, then quiet for an hour.

“Little pig, little pig,” said the next message.

Vat-grown variants ranged from Harry Landry PhD to Georgina Harris of the RMS, who became less and less durable due to spoilage. What a debacle. Then Harry Landry began messaging me with criticisms of

“To launch “The Actual Ox” into the iconosphere was my greatest desire, and to brand my own law firm under tutelage of Gentle John. That was when Art Lanesborough was worsted in Pashtun and I was waning

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Was it worth it?

A special air conditioning unit on the 17th floor of the Pierrepoint Morgan library of Macy's department store has been installed to protect my Apocrypha. With the help of local footwear representatives

My sleigh is known in Dutch as a “jostle.” There is a string or a rope or a wire running from a bird trap to the upper window of small, ruddy brick house. The darkened upper window. What’s going on up

I am expecting King Lear and Isabel, the “good” daughter, with whom I hope to trap finches. The sleek child propels herself using two sticks. She skates on sharpened whalebones.

There is no similar point at which my ideas can come to rest.

The TA is speaking rapidly now, now that the story has become a media spectacle, giving us a faster tempo against which to measure our reactions. Whatever it is, up on the screen, it looks like a cauliflower.

“I'm indebted to Charles the Walcott, this evening, for allowing me the use of his penetrometer, though the results are going to make a lot of law abiding citizens very angry.”

I’ve been trying to locate the footage of that moment, 640 million years ago, when we stepped from the trees into the 21st take of a scene that was cut from the final version. The fossils of soft bodied

I have never loved anyone who wears so much eyeshadow.

I’m here to deliver this augur.