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the big IF

.                           revolution?!

 

   what revolution?!

 

i can't see a guillotine!

 

****

hey! guys! there's no guillotine!

 

there's no talk

of a revolution

when there's no guillotine...

 

your talk of, a, "revolution"

would make Marquis de Sade

cringe,

and shout down a toilet

than out of window

of the Bastille..

 

this isn't a revolution,

it's on;ly 2018....

you have to wait!

  

why are tthe people so slothful,

yet at the same time,

eager, to work?

we're looking at "changes"

come 2045...

 

  the year...

that apparently stabilized

the 2th0 century for

20 / 30 / 40 / 5...

no...

let's keep it with

sucker-punch Billy...

 

i love being a drunk...

makes all the sober

people look...

******* stupid;

and i don't even mean that....

it's just a military

fatigue...

         it akin to:

coulrophobia...

yeah... big time... women making

excursions

for fatigued wool and silk

dresses...

 

       one question does the job...

*honey, can i play the clown

at our honey- berry's birthday

party?*

do women go into

mascara parlors,

window shopping,

with a man tagging along?

 

         honey...

do you really need me to tag along

while you shop for

make-up chemical

parade of tested adherents

for your beauty of your

expectation of fur...

 

Mike and Moany - the gerbils...

i thought you liked them?

no...

      i can do the sheered

woolen artifacts...

when it comes to spreading

lipstick on frogs

and testing their

pyrotechnic susceptibility potential...

watching the Mike Myers' twins...

no... really...

count me out of

the necessity to make

an argument for a race...

i'm out...

 

done...

i never liked the English

existentialist argument to begin with...

too individualistic,

too finite...

             too much of:

enjoying  a hell

of a good time...

    it's a simple economic logic

focus...

 

what you're selling?

i'm not buying.

 

it's that simple!

 

i don't have to buy what you're

selling!

stand with it all stacked up...

i'm not buying!

somehow i think

the English intellectuals

forgot the basic principles...

i'm, not, buying!

savvy?

 

god... ugh...

i know the French are bad...

about their oversee of diacritical

application,

and how they make no

sense when syllables

come into play...

and the Germans... yeah yeah...

i get their scrutiny of

method and dedication...

their teutonic charge within

the confines of ******** screws

into place...

    

         but i'm still not seeing

an clearer...

 

there's talk of a revolution

in the English tongue...

 

so...

 

         where's the guillotine?!

oh...

so...

what revolution?!

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