Hidden in An Illusory Drawing

Tolerant and patient, pillaging for profit and adventure, pseudopods protrude from slippers down a narrow path where undomesticated animals of the countryside tend to fruits and vegetables that run for cover when venturing near politics, the clumsy attire of calcareous shells indulging in broadleaf quantum phenomena, wasting time on a hill where spacepods are supposed to land, unfurling sails as footlights illuminate surfaces in theatrical fashion… weights being distributed to prevent the shifting of footlockers containing immortal pleasures and arousals and the confessions of units freshly gilded for battle, though banned from plundered cities and graves that have no attachments or ties…   Deceleration is a routine process, the alien, exotic, and strange wait in shadowed places, lingering on a projected land mass, grasping at conclusions based on premonitions that hover somewhere between governments and businesses, arts and sciences… that fall from the forehead in animated revelations settling on hungry embryonic brain cells to be extracted from the cerebrum by force of habit and advance calculations using pincers and tongs, the movable appendages effective against crowds when set in firing position…   arguments line the stomach in rhetorical circumspections and financial rewards which coerce the decadent by violent means and through the trimming of cargo…   The inhabitants of the forests below become preoccupied with gifts of two-pronged utensils, heedless in their thoughtless inattention as an abrupt increase in speed carries them away to work at small industrial wheels in the shape and structure of inert flowers…   They observe proper etiquette during their desperate times, though wretched and pitiful in appearance, their noses placed between the index and middle fingers held above the power-operated platforms where heavy metals are wrought…   They pay fines and take future precautionary measures, moving leaden structures of decorum, arrange coordinating elements in patterns remembered for their forfeiture during the growth of trees, leave a slight taste of atrocity, captured in adventurous novels by workers who have purchased their freedom and gathered together in an illusionary drawing, held together by the beating of the wings of certain birds oblivious to their faults…