Dear Sufism & the Innocuous Prose,
I have; by contrary conditions met, seen the horsefly mounted about the eye. And, in such a way as to circumvent the twitching "apropo signature" of it's natural course. So, having said this; the curb by which I have taken to increase visions have likewise taken to draw a line upon those velvet spools. And so, the irradiated creation filling formless tresspasses with lungs and broken bones, like the nuptual fly, in a shealth of grotesque girth and filled with a strange neurotic rattle, a hiccough if you will. Hopping to and fro like popcorn in a hot skillet. The infant formality of madness undresses in plain view. And, having thus subscribed, the vestible by through which I now write has the forebearance and gratitude to sieze the wretched ruler and it's coveted lines. By this; such succint adverbs careen from my childhood view.
~S~