March 28, 2022

A BESPOKE DOUBTING THOMAS AT RIVER ABESI.PART 7

Cadence summoned,coagulated a derisive nuance in aftermath of charybdis cancerous honeymoon,with which he stippled Alupluto at silvermoon.A solitaire by nature's spectrum will suffice it to sourdough jubilant hills.No longer vent he his spleen on starry eyed gypsies and the sporadic quixotic friction spouting Alupluto.Once a theatregoer relished the melifluous theatrics of the tranced velocity,nails him with the therapeautics of its theosophy.He scribbles:'Are they the pretentious sapiens,a gregarious birds of passage not thespians like contortionists,conjurers,jugglers,acrobats,glove puppet and marionette at the proscenium and scenery?Are they not too directors and gangway generalissimo overlooking the stage from the yonder spotlight balcony and box,to borrow a clue?Shall we gloss off existentialism as gobbledygook,what wretched souls that we are.`He dubbed a triplicate of the scraggly scrap heap,in the morn at River Abesi,trotted them to fellow obstreperous fishmongers who plight his troth.Their gavel in

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