An impulse into infinite writing

The postman delivered the mail which Arnaud opened to see he just won 10000 dollars with his letter opener that had the mark of a Belgian town the Czar where buried Santos, the fielder worker with a twirly moustache, dyed with red pigment from a berry of a sagebrush beside the barn and the wattle-and-daub monastery of the Cistercian blind monks who would sing hauntingly the ‘temple-haunting’ hymns in melotone of urn and other poisoner’s dilemma because Madame Marie Lafarge who was a highly intelligent chemist studying with Babbage, the same Charles Babbage who inspired artificial intelligence and Ranjit’s computer here at Shell while Shelby checked out a Monster energy drink made of cyanocobalamin from Orchid, the college dropout whose Chaucer got lost on the bus stand of ‘Dwarf St.’ upon retrieval of which gave Hasan his number, who is training to be a Gendarmerie at the Venison Institute, an optly (odd + aptly) named camp due to the optic master’s past profession as a sous chef from Cordon Bleu restaurant by a strange Pyrenees Basque town o’er lookin’ the prairies at the southern Swiss merchant’s ranch who settled there since the long lost sagas of Danish burgomeister dating to 1419 as a silent testament Oarlock of the Orient author Marquis Du Bois, an otherwise settler whose Hessian boots once got stolen from a Parisienne mall by a Moroccan cobbler who only wished to remove those to polish for ‘2 cents only suhr, 2 cents — I will be quick’ as the Jesuit priest shot him dead with his ownmade gunpowder from agents of Chinese dealer from the Northern region of pinehurst meadow of Baron Leopold, whose only daughter with leprosy was given the cadaver to feed off the wolves by the licentious paragon of sodom — Von LaRouche — the jealous concubine living off dowagers parisomonious apple-john allowances which was duly afforded by the Friday mail coachman hackney, horse drawn by the same blacksmith who knew Figaro by heart, once optics he saw only once following the trail of the lamplighter through the thoroughfare underground of Alhambra where now Austin and Maria lives four balcony-stories above thinking they will actually blow up on Tiktok with a Mozart-sound against the truck noise of Aubergine, where they grew as kids and fell in love at Film School that got destroyed in 1943 fire of Lebanese army’s pantzers fons et origo from Belgique to Belarus — the military who were stationed to go there after the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand leading to such cacophonous cascade of events.