papawad? come gitchie-wad.. th' pigeons have been at um, they be 'mazing fond of um, so be the larks.
come, um coo mall.. lead.. guinea worm in the bright green mirrored shade some fauve some captives of the fauve are being led before Vathek who thinks to himself snickering, "I will take thee by thy topknot, I will take thee, and I will smite thee.." and by the Vizier whose horns are echoes some girl on her knees must scribb um scrub the vast calligraphic marbles of its gravitos the endless collonade stretching beyond the boundary of culture papawad? come gitchie-wad.. guinea worm as if some kind of food had been made an effigy in one of the forgotten halls wherein some lost white puppy wandering quietly in that vast artificial egyptian immensity might sniff curiously where one could sometimes hear far off Vathek rutting in its history as if inside the absent guts of some enormous green ceramic boar with tusks of auto-extruding incense tended lazily by a 'cannibal' dwarf dressed in over-zealous motley a boudoir of silk pillows Vathek moaning over an opera about amoebas playing from a victrola of opalescent bubbles fuzzed in photo-sensitive cilia playing from a tiny glass arm holding a quill to radiant radial Saturnine valleys pale wine on pale lips guiltless Eblissquantumaftertaste
