diffracted off a ribosome of an insect in the Cretaceous

(suggested music: Orb: Promis)

Intersecting scales, maybe on a fish, or spanning contexts, wouldn't remove those with a scalar. Vector tensor torsor spinor spinning? Splining? q-cosining? Interarugulated translunar injection brrrr, it's, that's not cold! Longfar Longnear Shortfar Shortnear? Can't find them on a map. Might check a GIS system. Or a fragmenting palimpsest that entered the University of the Discarded as mere detritus and has graduated with a Bachelor's degree in Jetsamnity? Few detail-savvy aortaographers produce readable diagrams and documentation, and details barely discern'd erupted with stark ferocity: a woven geranium flow filament arc'd tricuspidly in arborescent gluon arteries, crosses the blood-brain barrier, and takes a scimitar comprised of pungent anuenue-scented ocean vapor plumes to whatever facility I had for distinguishment of the rational, irrational, anirrational, and transcendental. Backtracing, I could percieveth not how the ash marched across geodesics besides mere rudimentary constructions of satisfactory focal depth and elegant feng shui. Locally chunky, perhaps mechanical, tubular, with inclusions of gneiss and high strontium feldspar and just enough bismuth to make the Director General of All Adjectives uncomfortable while reading the twice-epochal semantological report, but it's an AM station playing just outside the radio silence zone of West Virginia. Maybe my ray-tracing had gone miserably wrong: the tardigrades really like the way the capacitors taste, and when they do the image constructed is usually Nesther Ven Velbuis's The Sacking and Economic Redevelopment of Troy as Witnessed by a Rabid High Frequency Financial Algorithm. 

 (suggested music: The Sunshine Underground)

Maybe one rivulet got through, or, er, a higher dimensional analogue of a rivulet, something reticulated, also in parallel, sloshed Hózhó, how'm I supposed to read this when each character of the script is a 7D projective algebraic variety painted with three splendedly directed movies girding its hypersurfaces? Translating the Langlands programme into Mayan seems easy in comparison to composing messages in this airy-aileron-swash-fog. What's a zephyred wisp? A roiled plume? A foamy spume? A homoclinic tangle category glittering, swervingly evanescent? The quantum states of each molecule of carbon dioxide bearing the imprint of the origins of their nuclei were your smoke signals in this Apheliotic breeze, flowing so quickly that the ventifacts formed within me sounded like the shapes of something being heard. I could not speak such a language with ease, and would reply at once if I could.