On the sea coast of Tibet Egyptian Aztecs are arriving from Norway. They've been varnishing the woodwork for forty-three centuries.
Here, Nature is naked, her acrobats bathed in blood. There's a beast of prey on the threshold of pleasure and the giantess, sea priestess, beckons the passers-by:
"Do not lose sight of the sea. Do not lose sight to the sea."
Her wizened mouthpiece whistles with silver fishes Swirls of spider-crabs crackle like Wimshurst mechanicals
All around her, jellies are diaphanous

After washing myself clean, I had breakfast with the sea priestess. Whose sibilant esses are escaping gas from the sea floor. The sea priestess lays on a bed of nails
Twenty-seven lead soldiers at her head. The sea priestess is escaping gas. The grass that grows is turned to gas. Gas fired from a gun, herbal hydrogen
If it goes any faster there'll be an astral disaster!