another library

all up in the stacks, watch out for the crushing of falling bound books.



your library brushes off the dust of the prize hidden ancient texts.



you began with the fertile crescent. and return to the sumerians and chaldeans. you are a Babylonian King. (babel babble)



your library is a million needles piercing my brain.



rich with original language and mucho meandering meaning is YOUR library.



i found a deserted island, feel the warm lush sun and balmy sand tickling over my barefeet in the library.



Alla HU Akbar is embossed on the leather bound books of yer librarrrrry #yupyup



the maps and the solar flare become your library.



your library unfolds into a jacked up MUSEum, yer librairy.



i am myself hijacked and kidnapped into the dankness of your library.



if only Your Library could transcend into the Vacuuming of my arboretum.



Your Library of twists, turns, convolutions, jumpforths, and setbacks has knitted various colored textures into my grey matter.



i exclaimed !!! too loudly inside Your Library and was meekened by the SHHHHSHHH!!!