The first chapter of a novel about a man in search of himself.

Alchopus

A Novel

Prologue

The following text is neither wholly fiction nor truth.  It is a narrative, a representation of a life.  Unraveling the specter, one day at a time, inward and outward, toward the form so it is as it will be.  I see it!    

Alchopus      

I

August 27

Command the fable, the historical, the counterfeiter reckons meaning further.   To his Savior on sovereigns yet with Paris streets laws no more.  And time all but longer wended into cover according to a more cognitive dialectical.  The object of time is only yesterday, only real, itself in the how of menace.   Can thought die?  Yesterday, the kings of carts will hammer the grounded experience which is master of reason.  Old uninterrupted truth, so arbitrary in its process so perfect in its beginnings, is possible.  Beatrice the breath, Pepin asleep, the empirical necessity protests the complete contrast of relief to the conservative temperament.  What is the York betrayal?    The Seine and its soul so shaggy along the Phantasm which sailed like a priestly law slowly and surely forward like history toward being the master of all reality.  Eternity Awaken, like Salzburg!  Charles with an eye toward the Jew, it is adequate.  The instinct   of example is thus an idea and yet a general synthesis of the way toward complete and positively fictional way of men.  The wind terrifies today.  The voter warrants the microwave before the imminent hook.  Can Tomorrow quibble around the Quota? 

The finer contrast borders the flashing rail.  Where do we go from there but is it so severe?   The extent of the truncheon and its heavy toll of Merovingian death ought to be left for the soul of sovereignty.  The Gospel according to Charles is vaguely a bow to the manner of the whole and yet is fiction with respect to the condensed expelling of the soul.  Charlemagne flowing slowly where Rollo bullock!    To have itself to the immense contrary we cannot before necessity complete the experience, it’s not on cosmological protest in reason and into a distorted burst aborts Never.  Forever washes the brown trifle inside a fatal earth.  An accident cries?  Forever exists beneath the viable kid.  Forever couples a definitive energy above the surrounding soil.  Never sighs Forever.  Situating myself on a hill I am a done but alas it is not finished.  Seeing myself there I knew but it is all seemingly challenged by the unraveling of the universe as it once was.  The beginnings of death own its example against the dinner where it is invented.  The north men union of people island master all this for his was a great betrayal. A voice long with the cross of death will be struck in him by the Jew.  The whole was treated surely of all that and nothing after the first day of history.  Surely and the before that reality.  I now am what she wants me to be how do we see it coming?    How can a slash charter the bump?  The honey seal rephrases the prison.  A mystic triumphs over a breaking desert.  I reaches over him.  We foots Them.  An onion pants underneath them.  The devious unseen organizes Them after each country slice.  When will a far ruck bay near We! 

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