Nutbrown, bister, puce, sorrel, toast, cocoa, chestnut, buff, ecru, henna, snuff, carob, dark honey made of goldenrod pollen
A lagoon of sour water in a deep roasting pan, kissed by a milky deliquescence. Sharp oysters scraping at the swell. Cellophane boulderstones create a fog ahead.
Everything a little diaphanous, vitreous, unclouded, lacteal muck sweat.
Through elegant columns of nacreous, sugarglass colonnades gleam long skeins of garden, stuffed rich with gossamer plies of leafage in floodlit shadow play. Along a sylvan aisle you twig a chocolate goblin.
Its barnet is a tight and glossy helmet that bleeds into a specular face, or perhaps the brilliant smooth egg is hairless. Two cochineal eyeholes perch above a craggy snap of brittle, mouth like a mendiant, agape and toothy. It is unicolour, creamy nutbrown and bister, and blistered with droplets. throbbing in
does she wear a mask?
— Mask? Mask? Oh, I see, you mean her slap — It is customary — a sign of refinement.
— Ariane Jaccarini