the naiveness made concise with
such exclamations as:
London is lost!
   begs the question of why,
under the Greek authority,
a city-state was allowed
to be resurrected...
               thankfully there is no
one worth a mention
from the Greco-Byzantine legacy...
Ancient Greek thinkers
still have to compete with
Ottoman barbers, period...
   ****** english hairdressers
still have a straight-razor phobia,
which the galant Turks utilise...
romance, romance, etc. etc...
******* still use a straight razor
to finish the hairline sculpture...
Cyrillic, back from the dead
of first techno impressions,
e.g. CUL8ER...
a ******* Yiddish pogrom...
playing staccato with rubick cube's
worth of sledge to the hammer
via the suckle to the grave:
******* rhetoric...
           the cruelty of nature,
and man's inhibition of it,
blind seeking both god,
five blindmen and an elephant...
came the conjuring of
leeches, automated thinking,
perpetuation of motion and
kept magnetism...
Michael Faraday,
prime ultra-Promethean archetype...
at first, the forbidden fruit...
to transcend death ad
  custodiri sino....
        in the latter day saint rubric of
pyramidical tutorship...
     glut of the gloated gangrene
snore of a voice,  where one
entertained a harp...
   LONDON is no more lost than
it's real...
   the paradigm of the ancient
Greco city-state fission...
which, counter to the said exposure...
is akin to ratz, scuttling  
           toward roles of enhaling
helium balloons...
so why ex use those *******
with a terrible, inhibited palette of tastes...
inhibiting...
apparently the question
mark resides with omnivores,
and the joke herbivores...
with missing volf...
******* pristine ballerinas
with lovers name Dmitri....
over a st. Petersburg pretty,
i'd still rather marry a poor Roma;
less straitjacket patience,
more to the point.