The tongue is foul-mouthed

 The tongue is foul-mouthed. They spoke, their thoughts, to their very ears. He thought of strange abnormal words. Of meat. As if it were ours dedicating itself to the pleasant pain that it enjoys in our confusion. How is it possible! For his exploits as a vile deceiver, pain, whose enjoyment shows a countenance of meaningless discomfort. We are for disturbances! Oh Love! Love from a far mouth. Without rooting law. Weightless, light, above the eyes beyond the gaze.

Write en miroir. Palimpseste sur painting. Mirror Sub-Irrealism. Random intratextuality.