the easiest way to not understand is via claiming words congregate to make a salad, rather than slowing down your reading pace, just so you don't end up in an epileptic fit of reasoning, something you engaged with full consent is here, but you have to slow down... you think you can read philosophy quickly? how's that epileptic ellipsoid working out for you?*

i almost seem tongue tied,
or at least my hands are,
to say the 20th century
was born at the hands of jack
the ripper and edward gein
rather than the holocaust,
so few the charm the moving
evil: so personal and so charitable,
why is it that criminal acts
are most influential when in
parameters of friendships and other
encirclements?
this cultural encompassing dynamo
begins with a few worthy contestants,
of concords
and humanity as a whole?
what, as if elizabeth ii would care?!
affect the few and the masses curdle
with the rivers of milk are brought to a boil;
affect the many and the few involved
are the only involved, if involved at all:
so many lives passing,
you can almost churn a tearful of hopes...
remember, make consent of horror
among the few, and your effect will be
everlasting, but brought before the congregation
of the many without the few:
and your hope to matter will hardly matter
as the embedded coordinate of thought
that's memory, in libra's leverage
akin to a winter tree's health of coordination
balanced, while the branches did their
beckoning act of acrobatics for a nodding.