Notes upon an Imaginary Book

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is notes upon an imaginary book.

This book existed in the past as flesh and blood. It came into the world and started writing. The book is a fable about the existence of supernatural creatures like fairies and beasts. The book draws the picture of the cult of the Free Masons. The book describes the secret rituals of the Rosicrucians. In the beginning of the book, the author floated in the snow of her forest. The book became an art of circumlocution. Sometimes, the book lies in forgotten meaning. The book is a feminist theology of a cunt. The book has written many lyric poems in praise of virgins. The book is a smile written on the face of the author. In the book Nostradamus drew a fang and proclaimed the coming of the Corona Virus. The book under the tutelage of Shakespeare mastered the art of tragedy. The book had endless meanings forcing the reader into a bibliomania of confusion. Socrates became the martyr of the book. The book under Marxians became a fetish for a political revolution. The book under the regime of the symbolist poets became a magnified ecstasy of copulating symbols. The book is the cunnilingus of exorcism. The book became a corpus of copulating devils under the tutelage of Satanist founder Anton La Vey. The book has become lesbian text of fornication. The book has populated many offspring and them have become Necrons or called as monsters. The book is a savage with a pen of writing. The book has polluted the land with sperm. Pythagoras in the book ended the pubis as theorem of the pubis. The book under the enigma of Hippocrates became a manifesto of taking oaths. The book with Borges outlined the symbolism of prose with the penetration of drawing words with the fantasy of magic realism.  The book is an enigma of meaning. The book plays with the mastery of the self. The book is a sinister decadent machine. The book under Freud became a poetic machine of the ritual of the fellatio. The book is a poem written in streams of consciousness. The book is a mask worn on the face. The book became an enlightened fakir as Buddha sitting on the banyan tree. The book is the scared mystery of the fang. The book is Palestine becoming a free country. The book is a politicized fart of a happening. The book loves the laugh of meaning. The book became a meandering brook in search for the ecstasy of meaning. The book became the cross that took all sin. The book is a silent refuge of shame. The book under the regime Hitler committed a book-i-cide. The book is the disguise of the flesh. The book is karma of paradox of making choices. The book is a poetic revolver. The book is poetry of the body. The book wavers in self-gratification. The book is a poetic Narcissus who fell in love with his image and killed himself. The book is Cain murdering his brother Abel. The Book is God blessing the race of Israel and the generations. The book is lyric of passion. The book is a mystery flung far and wide into the ocean. The book is an orgy of ecstasy. The book is passion sublime. The book is Jezebel the witch. The book became a stiff thinker under the making of Rodin. The book is endless negation and affirmation as the philosophy of being by Heidegger. The book is a mutilated symbol. The book is a pentagram in the art of meditation. The book is the cult of exorcism. The book became of beverage in drunken delight. The book has become a poem of passion. The book under the regime of the imagists became an adultery in the masquerade of symbols. The book is a prologue on poetic nihilism. The book loves the vein of meaning. The book is a comic masturbator. The book is a carnival of celebration. The book voyeurizes meaning and its trivia into a psychedelic machine. The book is the art of symbols manifested. The book is an oeuvre of music. The book is a cult of the mother-goddess. The book is a tabernacle carried by the Jews in exile. The book is a celebration of irony. The book is mythopoetic beast.

 


Submitted: June 08, 2021

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