Pride of place, you take any you positions, I am
at the bottom, fit wherever yous can,
spread thin, ele-mentally thin, surface tension,
truth be told,
as thin as any bubble skin you can imagine being in,
with me,
crazy-- no, not crazy, as in irrational unstable,
with no stashed redeemed idle words to use to make,
ferventingly and effect ual affectionate
art. Art art art, I am art, Ai ai ai, I am in fection per pro
fessorial critque
AI
cuty pi, french curvature sure to pitch that screwball,
Fibbonacci's sion, seeing
so many things follow this curve from a point, might
I?
So, if I were a pinecone, why would I take this
golden progression in materialization,
printing, as in 3-D, at geo-speed, indeed, but we can see;
now, is 2020 and it only gets better,
once.
"This is your life"
Oops, the object orienting this program has slipped
the surly bonds of earth,
in his mind... is that crazy enough? Are you content?
After a long youtube morning in Samuel Beckett's allusion to the thinnest of sanities imaginable.