The Lithophytes Know My Name

I have been doing this alone too long the lithophytes know my name distorted semigiltnitrous ripples in untimely limpid agony post-synaptic scrapbooking in our later yonks by portrait artist "Jean Dunand" quivering voiceless poetry art on cracked marblepaper breathless nihilistic scrapbook overture invested ...

Imagine a scene originating from the depths of introspection, where one gets the feeling of having been alone for a protracted span, the lithophytes - a form of plant life thriving on rocks - seeming almost familiar. Visualize the distortion of serene ripples, steely with semi-gilt and nitrous hues, ...