Megastructures

This is my swamp theory, my swallow hole, we are--of course--primates baby, love gestures. The megafauna has gone hydrolithic. The trees are a bit off in the backwash fog scrolling out the sea, floor-spreading. I want to creep my hair off, to spiral out of the bear suit, by jove! I adjust the psi in the bear-pod, bear-butt. I'll show you light, lunar, blue wave, white flight, lightning, flora-funk skycap herd-rattle parabird superfugi the city getting squeezed out the glacial mill. I will show you deep fur surging.