Wixie Wicket, the pine tar salesgirl. Purveyor of fine croquet mallets.
Wearing an ultraviolet blouse and an infrared expression. Cursory nurses
in the country. Fondling Wanda out back in the Shack of Wonder.

Vessels from the year Infinity like penises among the pines and the
stars. The stars like so many pine spores, the stars like coral sperm
from the pines that are sea fans in the warm night currents. The Daedalus
aliens, with their many intricate instruments. Student aliens safely back
in time, practicing the rectumectomy.

Black nurses out in the rectory, take your pulse, place a stethoscope on
your balls. God is a beautiful black nurse with a crisp uniform of
blinding white, humorous dark eyes, and a crooked, endearing grin.

The Shack of Wonder, in an aureole of moonlight, in the center of the
backyard. Gray grass ghost white and moonblack. Holding a toy Enterprise
against the pine stars.