James: curling the omnivorous plenipotentiaries

John: into hydrogen deck chair wampum

Lily: needs xmas gift to be trust without threats

Anthony: therefore, all conduits rattle and spark,

for among the clearest liquids, only the Bone-Lord

can distinguish water in the tulip of an ootheca

Jared: water: the mirror of a face lozenged with loss

John: whose vast naphtha exhausts the antithesis of paint

James: brushing through strums of "Dance of the Infidels" at a Parisian boite committed to salubrious drainage

Ken: thrumming in hums, like an afternoon squandered 'neath the bishop's stale tongue

Lily: mormon's sermons evoke either music or revulsion, but not before mystery

Anthony: clicks open its lily the size of an iron safe

Ken: and swallows the carcass of some brave attaché

Jared: and the world is left barren: underwear forgotten at drawer bottom

James:  overlooked by the rabid peckering at the heavily mortgaged bordello preoccupied with braiding garrotted testicles for sport

John: because that's what bordellos do, they embroider the night with the bright lamé of riot 

Lily: so the minorities in Europe enjoy a night of protest and Bacchan orgies

Ken: and the gauzy-eyed women dismember their men over drinks and lavash

Jared: oh! so sweet the drainage suckled from your mother's June sable fantasies

James:  while a room full of oedipal parrots proxy agricultural livelihoods

John: by reciting the black data of eternity on motorcycles of kneecap delirium

Lily: revving down the highway of cyclical continuum, delicious and beautifully deadly