We know they airbrushed the hoods Of their Camaros with images of micro- Scopic undulipodia, and Herodotus says They disdained war, or at least, weren't very good at it.
And we know they lived with buffalo, Often inside them, using the periscope of long Divisions to usurp the gadarene interest of marauding And climatic stratocracies of limpid insurance quotations.
It is certainly known that they wore nothing at all but The tender budding bodies of favonian flowers, which once, and Certainly grew from spirally gardens mimicking springy proteins And the spruiks of wheezing blue-toothed theanthropos.
We can guess that within the rubber-bricked walls of their Hibernaculums cum hop houses heady haecceities gave way to halcyonic Anagnorises whose hypo-structural musicalities bore a striking Resemblance to the fleeting shadows of the last Libyan Wallaroos,
A chorus of Sciamachiavellies bounding into the long gone buck grass, In a hoarse whushling of homeless boneless kerygmatic diacriticals, In a cascading arc of ypsiliform rondures magnetic to the local Pir Aasvogel, The wide and sparing SUV whose palmiped signatures of absent papyri,
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