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complicating language, to uncomplicate life

*covert for: bandana, with a touch of marquis de sade's discretion, i.e.: gentlemen! let's make it clear, we're not here for the candy, for the thrill of chasing three butt-naked piglets... we're here for the oysters, for the tartar steaks... for everything that deserves the definition of: decadent! and its oozing pus filled porous rivers of, thrill: take it as you make - there will always be people, who toy with words; but at least these people are not the rigid *********** of lawmakers, who see lawmaking, who deem jurisprudence, law itself, as nothing short of a thesaurus, which is, evidently, their sacred text.*

 

with the verse i write -

upon inspecting the "efforts"

of others -

   seems to translate into: a hospital

for anemics,

and that's very much

irritable -

    given that people take more

effort into disliking complicated

phrasing of a lack of effort

to match a deed -

      than people taking the least

amount of effort of disliking

the most complicated turn of events,

say, a ****** or a robbery...

      the perpetuated history of

the individual has always been

the dumbfounding "awe" at

the masses - without a theological zoo

to keep them less investigated

by the individual -

        i dare not turn to investigating

the universe,

     what's feeding my apprehension

is more on the plateau,

on the summary of man -

less the trigonometric tangent graph,

and more the sine / cosine variations,

and this beyond good & evil?

both graphs retain an indistinguishable

optical illusion, beginning

at the coordinate centrism of 0,

i.e. denial... most of human history

has been written upon the face of

grimacing denial, while telling a bad joke;

i still can't believe that i'm trapped

in egypt, whereby i now live in the times

where the pyramids are no longer

3 dimensional, but 2 dimensional!

pyramids unto trinities,

   the 3 posits of origin - always with the 3s!

if daesh could do anything useful,

they'd blow up the pyramids...

rather than buddhist monuments,

or any other babylonian feat of culture;

i still can't believe that the supposed

  "evolution" of man has stopped at

the triangle, the pyramid,

                            the, whatever.

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