From the three of Jojoba, Jemuel came, walking with a rugose cane in his third hand:
his shadow projected three legs across the lacteal valley.
And the lacteal valley looked like a golden tube full of floating powdered cum.
The old man blind, seated at the door of his house built in bodoque and ox shit asked him:
-"Jemuel, if seven trumpets sound for the ones who cannot hear, and seven lightnings strike for the ones who cannot see: which, the right time will be?"
The young man left the erect donkey tied to a fig-tree, spat on the cracked terrain of Phallustein, and drew an enigmatic symbol on the mud.
The Suns were falling down hermetically toward their night-tomb thru' the golden tube-valley.
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