/i'm a drunk and you're the... sober... thingy-majig... that part of humanity that requires compelled speech... and much of the alexander dumas output as: the lowest form of toilet paper.

i can't imagine africa-americans
ever reiterating their
politics when visiting africa,
namely kenya...
         blatantly they'd be frowned
upon like the whites;
but hell, i love reiterating
the memory cinema...
       of when i was approached
by three "graeae sisters"...
        a silent brandy would just be
fine...
         but who is to fake
a reverse titilation with
              a psychopathy not clearly
                           ascribed to a person?
   my, the grandeour of:
life continues, and preserves itself,
against such degenerate
observations...
            mind you:
we had an acrobat lodged in
       the frame of Stephen Hawking...
nothing mythical about
the fruit
            plucked from:
surely there is no confusion within
the confines of a dualism...
ah... but there is -
             good, and evil...
                hardly an argument for
a dichotomy in a, beyond....
                
                             far beyond
extinction via the great meteor...
       humanity:
            just falters,
               under the weight
          of a great predictability...
and no one individual is
really testing the waters,
attempting to speak for
the entire human "concern"
    of ex unus et omnis exemplum...

hard to word
   what the fringe majority of us
are looking for...
             some imagine ourselves
looking for a hard-on...
         otherwise:
          a less than the current
thespian ****.