Priming the golden lion-headed cannon and holding a lavender laced basket of ambergris venus pellets the dodgy dragoon thought, so this is a 'temps perdu'...
loaded the heavy iron perfume skull and lit the fuse... in the stadium a grotesque and gigantic robotigolem furred with meathooks an armature skeleton hung with synthetic meat-glyphs genetically designed ribosoid protein colonies for use in this ritual wearing a flaming pipe-organ tri-corn the dancing robotic sacrificial meat-glyph golem dances while priests gag and ritually vomit flurorescent effluvia which are captured in fiberglass vessels resembling human heads which have sprouted arms and legs, faces which have brain-shaped cavities instead of noses to capture the vomitus illuminatus iron perfume skulls are fired into the golem in ritual succession but the effect is negligible the sere overwhelming funk of the synthetic meat glyphs is beyond masking, the entire stadium is a vomit trough the vomit flows into elaborate grates where it drips into the meat glyph growing chambers at the end of the dance a kind of viral deconstruction of the meat golem occurs the whole business falters and falls and becomes a shipwrecked and floral pyre an amorphous riot of abstract color and synthetic petal the dodgy dragoon lay awake in his dangling cliff-pod watching the light from the spiral aquarium watching froth-gilled snakes rise and dive in random caduceus pairings...
