Notes upon an Imaginary Book

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

Yes, these are literary and philosophical thoughts.
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The book is a serpent, crawling on the labyrinth of time. The book is a musical festival, a ballet of poetic prose. The book serenades in cacophonic ambiguity.  The book is a mystical muse. The book defaces death with the meaning of life. The book is the poetry of life. The book desecrates idols found in religion. The book has no ending and beginning. Many authors have filled their sperm on the writing of the book. The book is a mystery to unravel. The book belongs to a distant planet. The book charters flights to unknown destinations. The book is a language of symbols. The book signals death of prose and the beginning of poems. The book is a vulva of esoteric wisdom. The book has copulated with many women. The book is the lover of the self and Narcissuses. There are many beginnings and endings in the book. The book works miracles for successful living. The book lives in the land of mythic monsters. The book dreams a life of peace and happiness. The book is the karma of being. The book is the philosophy of aesthetics. Many have copulated on the book. The book is a simulacrum of a gigantic phallus. The book has the persona of anger, envy and covetousness. The book is hidden in the fang of memory. The book is a fountain flowing into a woman’s orifice. The book desecrates religious idols. The book is an eclipse of sandwiches. The book makes love into an exaltment. The book is a magnus of the fin de siècle.  The book is an avant-garde warrior. The book is the Tempest of Shakespeare. The book has butchered Macbeth in the past. The book is an oasis of hope. The book sculpts screams of consciousness. The book is a surreal panache. The books glows with the lizard of wisdom. The book is the poetry of life. The book is the phenomenology of the spirit. The book puts the mystery of being into a conundrum. The book lives in the existential philosophy of affirmation and negation. The book makes niche of political exegesis. The book is a wayward Epicurean. The book resembles the myth of Sisyphus, a man condemned to roll a boulder uphill, only to find that it rolls down and he is forced to do the repetitive task. The book breaks down images into symbols. The book renders hope to the living. The book is the myth of Kafka, living in tiresome existentialism. The book is a fecund seed promulgating the sperm of future life. The book is an enigma of being. The book is a proletariat of the masses. The book is a devout phallus. The book penetrates the other in cacophonic delight. The book is the future to hope for.  The book is a transcendental ape. The book of Darwin was killed by an ape.  The book of Freud is a copulation of dreams. The book is Derrida deconstructed. The book is an archeological phallus of the episteme of Foucault. The book assassinates gender with the question of meaning. The book became the Bible of the cross. The book is mutilating fangs and symbols. The book is a peaceful activist in the land of hostility. The book is nirvana of an orgasm.  


Submitted: June 10, 2021

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LE. Berry

Pretty much covers it all...love this piece anand.

Thu, June 10th, 2021 5:40pm

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