These are the ordinances of the copperhead altar when it will be manufactured, to offer burnt offerings. And the desktop shall be a Rubik's Cube. Its ascent will face the Comfort Room, tú ‘n 'fro, and wise kings of The East will increase, here and there’s. From the ledge, a cherub child, seated on a swiveling chariot, will take four nuclear instruments — a pair of toe-nail clippers, a headband-visor, a stubborn sigarilyo lighter — and place the Samulnori species on a vintage folder-flotilla toward America, handmaiden in She'China.
A blessing. "Sun, do not be sad, it is rare for water and fire to mingle. And your elderly daddy longlegs, cloaked in a gray mantle from forehead to big toe, will be afflicted with diabetic lesions and transmit his dreams of recompense through an earthy, wrinkled bathrobe. You will awaken back to back from a nap, astonished." On that day, the makeshift ashtray will be like holy incense before Panginoon, while Ema vacuums in the living room.
A blessing. "Sun, do not be sad, it is rare for water and fire to mingle. And your elderly daddy longlegs, cloaked in a gray mantle from forehead to big toe, will be afflicted with diabetic lesions and transmit his dreams of recompense through an earthy, wrinkled bathrobe. You will awaken back to back from a nap, astonished." On that day, the makeshift ashtray will be like holy incense before Panginoon, while Ema vacuums in the living room.
Even the bells around the pioneer horsemen signal: Do not disturb My serpent servant.
