two-faced-coy before god:
does god throw dice?
perchance the question might
be asked, if i had the most "mundane"
job of experiencing
the transit of humanity in its
fullest...
      some minor role,
like a road cleaner...
  oh hell, i could tell you about
the transit...
and the dead fox i dragged into
the minor wilderness
from saturday to sunday...
begging the onlookers to not
pry their eyes at my unfathomable
gesture of: "concern"
for the sanitary worker being given
a break from "duty"...
yes, i skinned and weight the
******... no!
i weight him though...
came to across nearing 10kg
worth of a mature maine coot
cat...
            and since:
  the fox-spirit has furthered my
allowance on the "poor"
sanitation worker not woken
to alleviate the "concern"
of the public...
           almost puked pushing
my snout into its roadkill...
but instead of blood...
        i attempted to make vague
the odd signature of:
iron...
            lost in gushing from
the fox snout...
     now... i'll write what i've
lived... since i'm not being
paid: **** ALL! for it...
                 does god toss dice?
depends... been meditating
the concept with nine "magic"
squares worth of, but one "random"
take on a kabbalistic thought...
and you know what i thought?
borrow the sorrows from
other tongues, and make them unz!
hell before heaven forgot
babylon, and the fate of man was
not so immediate akin
to the other "formalities":
i too might exhaust taking to
heaving, rather than minding a soul...
again... does god toss dice?
   by now the sudoku square
is already assertive of the power
of nine, and further,
to the power of six,
  with each side being made as
sacrificial torso of the former,
prime, power spectacle...
       indeed the q'ah'baah...
a ******* meteor shower...
and not one source of worship that
exhausted the lizards...
         seeking blame is so
autocratic...
  but the mea culpa plea?
          so *******... un-democratic...
      does god throw dice,
to explain the fate of a mortal gamble?
or rather...
   is there but a coin flipped that
is determinate,
in having two of the same
faces embedded in the deciding
                       "whim"?
a harem of more slaughter that could
make even Herod blush his
***** region,
had he the affairs of bleachings
the cranium hairs of his
                supposed, ancestry...
desire: and the fed lie...
          by no consent is an indulgence
to be punished: if it was fed
by a lie...
              and so:
   no truth entrenched be allowed
special assertion of compensation
be acknowledged:
  by merit, no merit alone,
        and if... be neither nor allowed:
a grievance...
      made ample when experienced
in tutoring youth...
to shame the grieving party,
  and make it distinguishable from
the gaining party...
      rule of adolescence...
             does god, throw dice to make
impetus over lordship of
the only gamble that's the gamble
"neglected" in nature?
       my: the reality of poor lamb...
coin flip...
             my...
       the metaphor of wolf, incarnate!
ego breeding / feeding grounds
of the loss of plagiarism of
                a willing man, impetus!
does god throw dice...
  or does the chance of the already
gambling god...
   make up for the barking dog
accomplished by either
        heads... or tails?
                            kings... or subjects?
the french revolution was
a stranger concer for
making gambles...
               given that the tails one
the argument... against the echo of
sobering heads
that envisioned horns being
attached to their bargaining: status...
rather than... limitless politico:
of gambling with it...
   avoiding the schema of ******...
now...
   tell me...
what will the tails say this time
round... if they hear that the whole
point of equilibrium and waterfall
is in exacting of the order of the tails
not breeding in the agony of
              arisotractic
disconcern, for...            trans-*******
growing limbs without
movement?
      oh i'm sure the ****** have all
the answers...
         which are worth an hour of body...
but only a second in
aritocratic cultivation of the moral
(th)ought...
               all other animals have
been bred upon the rigid dynamism of
the entertaining exposure of chance...
only man...
        transcended it...
          against god...
      and at the same time could not
                 consolidate it within himself...
at last... not mere egyptian...
    devoid of the biblical affair with twin
torn at birth Aztec...
        i hardly think the story would have not
been better with:
the Aztec gallows...
                and this, Egyptian: "tomb"...
but does god throw dice?
            as far as i am concerned...
he's certainly holding the qa'bah in his hand...
   heads of monarchs...
                                    or tails of plumbers?!
the concept of the devil
overthrowing my curiosity of wrath,
sitting upon the cranium-throne of creation
leave them to their own:
           slouching future...
   and what better way to guise the currently
apparent, than the remaining
"joy" of having gambled on an "existence":
with their, predictable...
                          self-flagellating
            tree-stump's-worth-of-"pardonable"
sense of exploration...
                         yes...
i can almost imagine the crucifix
slowly morphing into a budding tree,
with laurel leaves surrounding it...
                                        does god play dice?
perhaps we could make use of
a coin that only had a tier for the use
inter-monarchy: tails-tails...
and a coin that only had a tier for
the use of inter-populace:
                           ah... as we already have...
unless people forget...
     England owns the head of Elizabeth...
since the concept of monarchy
is unchanged...
                      while Poland has a currency
with several heads of the former state...
                     Jagiełło to name the least...
oh but the rosey future is
not the aim of this stalling reality,
   once all: are accounted for...
all and none, a future bound to one:
nonetheless...
          in accordance:
let joy not buckle,
           before the young buck's play...
all in good, and reverent time...
these times require more fervour!
     more!
                 more!
                        the plight of
the roman empire, was never nero's ploy!