DOXOLOGY: FOUR ILLUSTRATIONS OF CONTINGENCE OR NECESSITY
"Of note: it's got nothing to do with it." — Rawl 1993
I. Oranges of the highest caliber
It's bull street I mared to them passing neighbor. It buss streak I sweared, this is the candelabra: this root is the world and the flames are the universes. No, Jenkins, he told me strait up, is this harvest time, no. Okay for a tokay gecko to smecko? No, Jenkins, oh no. It's bull street with the Shepherd in mind, the leopard behind him, par Dei! No, Jenkins, oh no. That cat floated up from the floor like a charbroiled raspberry. No, Jenkins, oh no. This is the song they performed.
II. Morosely the barber's large arthritic fingers ...
It's their job to know they're functionaries. If they were too clever for that they should have gotten this behind. In an older accent, maybe, futz the north fort three. Only Jenkins has a capitalized name because there are too many horses he's kist. Kist the forth horth inth' mouth, Kithed it true through. Cough, couch.
III. Hijacking the canned salmon wagon
Adjacent to the rat's behind is a golden egg. It has colors on its whispers, it's daddy's throwin' kegs. It has colored swishers and mealy ice, measels understotter and shorter dice. Shorter strife and lovely grife. That's the dune of the adjoiners, joining ads all these days, rotten in silk. Scarface, the adjoiner these days.
IV. Arpeggios of the archipelago
Mealy ice: you've had it, you've melted it, in lawns, forests, and dales. Every deer and delkus is hopping by to eat the etruscan salt. Kithed bend down to tend the camels. The ice melted the egg without frothiness of flame.