Automatic Writing
“Soft breasts of ursa minor delicate on the open sky bulb. Tin for the lion, silver for the serpent. I come not to sodomise but to sanctify, it said on Castor’s hat. I followed them all, Prince and men of coal, to a great fortress. The smell of ships. We swam hot and salty til we were swollen and empty, found ourselves dancing in a ball of pages on vermillion sands, stripped from the parrot’s throat by the doctor and his galvanic tuxedo.”
“Soft breasts of ursa minor delicate on the open sky bulb. Tin for the lion, silver for the serpent. I come not to sodomise but to sanctify, it said on Castor’s hat. I followed them all, Prince and men of coal, to a great fortress. The smell of ships. We swam hot and salty til we were swollen and empty, found ourselves dancing in a ball of pages on vermillion sands, stripped from the parrot’s throat by the doctor and his galvanic tuxedo.”