Epitome of spaghetti.

Cool winds blow over the vast ochre plains, to this day I rarely venture far from home, never been this far out to sea, really, got blown off course at some stage, many oddments are literally disclosed. May this one bring us some respite from all the bitter derision of other tribes. Towers of the stuff, many hide behind the ramparts, very marginal, hardly any transit so far, most unusual. Mobile units are moving slowly across asphalt bordellos. In various ways leading the good life leading back across the plaza, through the corbels Prince fell through though for some famous for no reason, teapots glistening in the pristine past. Now we need a newer id, another encounter to find something like the old symbols, it’s quite a unique thing hat could never happen nowadays, and the airwaves are humming and sat rook like in Poe the defenestration of the works, being so vast and empty is true for some, but poets morph and change so readily, they fizz and effervesce like magnesium or sodium reacting in an strongly acidic solution. Some substances could be found later eventually, a new discovery little to report though not here, absent somehow, very minimal, that bit is unoccupied in fact, it had a glamorous appeal in the twenties or whenever, people looked forward back then and modern types applaud the guys for a job a well. More please, can we find some kinship today? It’s not easy, so far so good.