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The Book had bones. Belied by Time’s vendetta with Vellum. I had finished. And all the revels in It - Seeped from an Unwell Spring where Winter’s Wound would always keep the Venom A Keepsake in remembrance of an Inner Child as Precocious as a swarm of Locusts… wherever tomes were broken at the spine… He focused. Felt the Leather like a Priest - Recently released from draconian vows His chastity would have long despised… If his Innocence had only known the Eve of his Destruction as only an Inner Man recalls. But Hallowed were the halls. Despite the Gravity so rare a thing as wisdom brings - He Levitates as every chapter churned the milk that fattened a golden calf Into butter enough for Loaves of Zero. Plus one. and a crust of Yes. At the Rubicon, a step was taken into a Wilderness of No Return Where the Natives had no word for Exile. And a Child was A Curious Thing To the Death. II The Book had bones. And I know because I found them in the margins While turning the last page in a reverential stupor… More words! And I found them - ! Fluent in AfterThought As I read them like stroking a panther. And I Quote…… " you think and thus you speak whatever Thinking thinks To Think a lot. And Speaking - speaks what Thinking spoke of speaking after Thinking Thoughts. So - Thoughts are Thunk. And Thinks are Thinked and all the Speaks have Spoke.  " and now begins The  Cramp of Legend for my anonymous hand ! Oh joy ! my pharmacist will be Kip with The Beard. Because Akiko in a Lab Coat is more than I deserve or something... Ever felt like that? Oh God! I hope she didn't Quit !
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Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 7:06 PM UTC
YOU THINK, AND THUS YOU SPEAK
The Book had bones. Belied by Time’s vendetta with Vellum. I had finished. And all the revels in It - Seeped from an Unwell Spring where Winter’s Wound would always keep the Venom A Keepsake in remembrance of an Inner Child as Precocious as a swarm of Locusts… wherever tomes were broken at the spine… He focused. Felt the Leather like a Priest - Recently released from draconian vows His chastity would have long despised… If his Innocence had only known the Eve of his Destruction as only an Inner Man recalls. But Hallowed were the halls. Despite the Gravity so rare a thing as wisdom brings - He Levitates as every chapter churned the milk that fattened a golden calf Into butter enough for Loaves of Zero. Plus one. and a crust of Yes. At the Rubicon, a step was taken into a Wilderness of No Return Where the Natives had no word for Exile. And a Child was A Curious Thing To the Death. II The Book had bones. And I know because I found them in the margins While turning the last page in a reverential stupor… More words! And I found them - ! Fluent in AfterThought As I read them like stroking a panther. And I Quote…… " you think and thus you speak whatever Thinking thinks To Think a lot. And Speaking - speaks what Thinking spoke of speaking after Thinking Thoughts. So - Thoughts are Thunk. And Thinks are Thinked and all the Speaks have Spoke.  " and now begins The  Cramp of Legend for my anonymous hand ! Oh joy ! my pharmacist will be Kip with The Beard. Because Akiko in a Lab Coat is more than I deserve or something... Ever felt like that? Oh God! I hope she didn't Quit !
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Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 7:06 PM UTC
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