Context is Sexy Apparatus

Stink day on the flood bank
of metaphysics. High tide-theory of

and poached a priori.
Dangle canes sleuth the ding

an sich. Reason day-thrall.
Open the posterior oven shoot.

(Dig mines in the pre-fab ersatz.
Bang up the telos, yo.)

Preternaturally, your castle
shanked the loom and

crippled the juice bags
we all call diner food.

Bury your towel, friend.
Sway fowl, incognito pants.