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Perhaps the cost doesn't exceed the value. The prospects there were myriad. Where do you go to escape the elusive delusions of your psychic quandary? The ramifications of inductive collusion make writing a chore which requires extrapolations in progressive dynamics. The allusions of paradoxical analogies multifaceted conjectures often have more depth than the hypothetical dynamic intentions can pervade. I too would like to get more out of the plausiblities of problematic diversity. What were you trying to accomplish? The diversity of possibility makes self oriented interjection seem a pragmatic enigma to ourselves. To receive unity I must conceive the totality of my cognation. The dog was wearing its collar. The rhythms of logic may seem impractical although aesthetically pleasing. There are many ways to exercise the perplexing quagmires of psychic revelry. Since I don't have another outlet I must attempt to succeed through cognitive diligence. Their impetus was not clear. The whole picture was not necessary for the production of viable assumptions. I don't know whether to go or stay home. The dialectics of rational induction often seem almost visible. Psychology is not an empirical science. Transience may seem a convenient quality. The first matrix seemed similar to the third in the progression. If I could I would fashion a legitimate conjecture to help mitigate the discrepancies in these arguments. I find I have worries for my relative clarity in the midst of these almost catalytic litigations. The site for the new well was carefully mapped. I find it difficult to satisfy the dictates of my conscience. A lot of people are distressed by the estranged condition of their moral ethics. The clarity of criticism creates credibility, comprehension can cause conducive consciousness. Multifariously versatile obnoxiously obsessed protuberant demonstratively cajole deviant affectionate ****** caress. English is a colorfully diverse and versatile language. Parallel thoughts like parallel lines carry similar veins of reasoning in almost identical directions. The picture forming seemed to be a synthesis of the almost kaleidoscopic torrents of symbolical regalia. It's not convenience it's the spontaneity of intrinsic expedience which dictates. The light house stood out stark and ominous amidst the torrential rain and flashing lighting of the stormy weather. Anxiety is often caused by an accumulation of unresolved delusions. If the tone of that man's voice is any indication we are not going to have an easy time convincing him to give up his old records collection. Sometimes having something is not as exciting as you thought it would be before you owned it. The occasion was just another new moment in time. The mechanism was a miniature scale model of the larger machine. The man's perception of the situation appeared quite shallow and incomplete. Belief is a relative state that often lacks objective clarity. The monolithic precipice is probably not as steep as it looks. The heights of sanity are a lofty and precarious perch indeed. He was not conscious of the collaborations of his enemies clandestine collusions. The magnitude of the problem put it outside the realm of my perception. The angel was a vision of resplendent beauty as it hovered in mid air above the knoll. I don't think you understood what I meant. I sincerely meant what I said about the sorcerer. I will succeed through cognitive diligence. To say the state of mankind's metaphysique is an imaginary condition is a gross denial of evolutional principle. What then is the nature of problematic hypothesis, or the personification of positive prosthesis? I don't mean to embarrass the perpetrators of theological indenture but perhaps this is not pragmatically aesthetic. The athlete carried the torch with grace and solemn devotion almost as if on a mystical sojourn. The quality of existence may not transcend the tenacious transience of time; then again perhaps the exogamy of homogeny will produce the ultimate successor. Under our political system the privilege of freedom is inalienably granted to all unless abridged by due process of law. If you attempt to unlawfully abridge my freedom I will file a prejudice against you. I am more wholly concerned for my anonymity than I am with the ideology of your evangelist. I know I would rather be self sufficient than deterred by the ulterior motives of political impetus. Though I know I am is more than I may ever be I like to think I could. Through extrapolation one can enhance their vision of the realms of possibility.
Wanton wayward warranty waylay!!  Trajectory extant's totally tangential, exponentially extemporaneous objectified's manifest.  How do you intend to receive your gambits of alluvium aloof impunity if you forget immunity is Epicurean absurdity.  Astral projection's mystic symbiotic.  It's enough to give one the Martian warlord blues on the mule kit.  Exotic trollwood harlotry and, transcendent nimbus nimiety's exorcist.  It's a perplexing paradox my friend.  Ringball tea!
I used to buy my Herbert
Off of
Tommy Steveo
A formidable
Sharp streetwise old hippy
Didn't take any or give no *****
But he wouldn't stiff you or take no ****
A beautiful brash soul
Always driven by reason
He had a memory
I could barely believe
Knew facts of which I could not conceive
From every match
That the reds ever played
Answer never delayed
Instantly dragged out into the smoke
He saw Buddy Holly at the Philharmonic
He had a light for a young McCartneys Chronic
And he had the best ****.
 Feb 2024 Little Bear
J Vital
I walk in the shadows, a dead man alive,
Broken pieces, whispers of survival.

I'm the ghost of my existence,
Existence carved from pains' persistence.

I'm the stillness, I find my voice,
Voice of resilience, my soul's choice.

Though shattered, I rise, I rise again,
Again, Echoes of solitude,
my silent refrain.
A common thread our swanky prance
Obdurate circles while we dance
Harmonious we'd make romance
And for each other we'd enhance
With eloquent and wanton stance
While willingly we take the chance
To reach across unknown expanse
And though akimbo not askance
We flaunt unfettered by durance
While at each other we would glance
As if enraptured by a trance
Still more oldies
Blue zoo hue true through due stew brew flue crew boo to you grew jew new ooh poo rue sue shoe

Pain stain bane rain Cain feign sane train brain lane main inane grain

Gold bold sold mold scold cold doled fold foaled hold rolled

Feel seal real deal meal keel heal heel kneel wheel zeal steel steal peal peel

Melt felt belt dealt knelt pelt welt

Pent mint sent rent lent vent bent went dent gent glint spent tent rent

House louse blouse

Curt shirt

Bridge ridge

Pocket rocket socket walk it

Crank dank frank hank rank stank bank tank yank blank sank

Tout pout rout route lout bout clout doubt shout scout

Knoll shoal foal bowl coal dole mole whole hole roll soul toll pole

Bust rust dust crust lust fussed just must combust trust

Lewd dude sued rude crude booed aptitude mood food *******

Fort sort court report tort port quart consort contort retort cohort cavort snort

Maid raid jade laid paid ***** obeyed aid made weighed evade parade afraid glade

Ounce pounce trounce bounce

Porch torch scorch

Flounder rounder

Trace face race lace ace brace case pace waist waste

****** haunch paunch launch

Long song gong **** wrong strong tong belong

Fast mast past vast crass glass brass last aghast hast

Gulch mulch

Survive alive hive rive jive live strive

Twirl whorl curl hurl furl burl girl pearl rural whirl

Flaunt taunt haunt daunt vaunt

Hoot moot loot boot toot shoot cute jute root suit newt

Weep seep steep keep heap deep creep leap beep jeep reap

Hide side abide bride died guide lied glide bide vied wide ride tide slide

Serene ravine green gene careen obscene demean

River quiver flivver giver liver

Fin pin sin men tin wren Zen

Bought naught fought caught ought distraught drought

Meld weld held gelled knelled quelled emerald withheld

Left heft deft

Verve swerve curve

String thing bring sing king ping ring wing sting ding

Boon soon moon tune loon **** noon rune croon

Knave grave brave rave save wave crave pave
Combating poetic writers block!  Ah to be truly raconteurial!!
They don't understand
Grandma understands
She can only be with you for so long

They don't understand
The universe forced your hand
Every sin was manifest
Had to be
They say ridiculous,
Clearly it was your choice

They outline the logic
Don't you see
It was your choice
Can't you see why this is your fault

In a court of law
Outlined it
You know it's bull*t--
Self defense!

They don't understand
These other version of you
Drowned versions
Is that what you believe?
That we are all just other version of you

How selfish can this individual be
And can't it see
That it can only go so far before finding a kind of recompense

No I do not see
I refuse to yield
Because I am growing wild
Wild without a care.

If I am to be the predator in heaven,
Then I'll be the best ****** Lamb there ever was.

But you could never be the Lamb
Never, never in a bazillion years
And don't you think just because you're Satan that I feel bad for you
You could never be the Lamb
I'll beat the thought out of you
You could never be the Lamb
The Lamb doesn't act like that
The Lamb doesn't DO that
You could never be the Lamb
No you could never be the Lamb
The Lamb is not so selfish
 Apr 2023 Little Bear
Mark Toney
A broken shell, a living hell, and all I'm left with now is my regret.

Better days ahead were a pipedream after our relationship crumbled. Countless arguments. Disagreements. Every day! For my life, I can't believe we stayed together as long as we did. God knows I didn't want her to leave me. How much longer must I wrestle with these painful memories?

I just feel regret, unspoken, I just feel the pain; since she left, my life has been a broken shell, a living hell — I can't believe I let her go; it was foolish pride before the fall the day she left when I lost all — I should have held her closer, I should have made her see the feelings I have for her, what she means to me; I didn't say I love her or beg her to stay, instead, I stood in silence and watched her walk away, and all I'm left with now is my regret.

Justification is an exercise in futility. Knowing what I could have and should have done leaves an inextricable switchblade in my soul. Love's lessons learned too late — love's loss too great.

Misting eyes beseech as memories replay in my head, but they're too painful, and I feel dead. No joy to be found. Oh well, my self-imposed hell. Painful memories open like an oubliette under my feet, plunging me lost and languishing in isolation's labyrinth. Questions left unanswered, decaying in the debris fields of "what if.”

Reflection can be a catharsis for the soul, but it can also rip a hole in it, and soon reality roars from guilt's bottomless pit to devour all hope. Sometimes despair is mitigated by occasional reminders of us. Thoughts lingering on happier times, blessed moments mine to treasure. Until the damnable loop of regret dominates to decimate any respite of joy. Vanishing expectations. Weeping willow's silent wail. Xerox memories fade with time.

Years have passed, and my thoughts continue to haunt me over what we could have had. Zero-sum game — all I'm left with now is my regret.




Mark Toney ©️ 2023

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April 22, 2023

I hope you found the above fictional prose poem interesting. I wrote it in response to a writing challenge I heard about.  Write a 26-sentence short story (or prose poem). Each sentence must begin with the alphabet's sequential letters starting with A through Z. One sentence must be 100 words long, and another sentence only one word. Would you like to try it?
Poetry form: Prose Poetry.
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