n'ew'la'sc'au'xd'ig'it'al'sk'ul'ld're'am'ca've'ma'ch'in'es'cr'at'ch'
lathering the ultronious maybe as if to say [head] this path might be lined with intersecting entrances whose thresholds buoy up the moral(l) and kraal more fundamentally still [awl] a lone candle in a sea of broken meats that has no meaning but perhaps [wagon] the flame is a flowing pleatworks suppose the sea [boat] for a continuum of smooth bodies whose membranes were joined in invisible dimensions and visibly [sack] these colors may not need any object it's nothing yet but a crack [flow]
