Ruler first or ruled
in the grand
interesting times, quants of time,
quants divisible, but
non-un-en-tangle-able as opposed
at tthis moment
with tangibility being the re-
time is permanently temporary here,
if that's okeh with you, as
peacemakers were learned to say.
Leave us let this be, see we was never taught,
was caught, and we learned
I caint-tatations yessir nossir, damnright,
I'm white trash
from way back. Hillbilly Scotts and Fisher man Sicilians.
Outlaws hang from my family tree
with some honor, omerta. doncha know.
My great granddaddy fought in the Lincoln County War,
on the side that won.
Ever last one o' my kin's sons,
I ken re
was left with a life t' live after
winning a war.
Then came me,
and I'as left t'live after losing war after war after war
for no reason,
those was unreasonable wars.
We was poor boys made men by God
And the Corp-
us, the embodiment of an esprit d'corp
-- flash (the real kind, where you remember an event
in time re-
lated by the merest of mere threads of
what if, you are reading this and its like
re-veily girl wwwuwu
to a true-ly, like true,
(you can't tell the difference, no diff, right? D'Israeli, maybe.
said that, aside)
Hell. Imagine that.
Searing hot iron truth:
no condemnation here, no more, ever on
things stay balanced.
Any time, past now, is mortally pre-carrious
im' guessing that means pre-tooth rot,
but, I can check…
I 'as wrong, lookathis:
1640s, a legal word,
"held through the favor of another,"
from Latin precarius
"obtained by asking or praying,"
from prex (genitive precis)
(from PIE root *prek- "to ask, entreat").
Notion of "dependent on the will of another" led to
extended sense "risky, dangerous, uncertain" (1680s).
"No word is more unskillfully used than this with its derivatives.
It is used for uncertain in all its senses;
but it only means uncertain, as dependent on others ..."
[Johnson]. Related: Precariously; precariousness.
tooth-rot persuasion-wise, I'as right.
Jahnsan, we assume Samuel or some other dangling
Johnson, says *******, who rides me
through the raison patch from time to time
so I can see the angel.
The messenger, the very one, told
the Prophet professed to be that lastest wit' the mostest
but un-propheside of precariousness
this very voice manifest aurally, in the
non-shadow-casting image of a pillar of light,
highbeams on a foggy night,
from far away,
the voice it said,
Twice. Nada mas. Read. He heard it.
But he could not read, so
was he --
to him, alone,
an angel of light, with new good news,
just in time,
write this down,
Wars could …
Wait. ( as we have, and may, yet.)
I can see what the professed prophet can see.
I did read.
He could not.
Ought he to have taught? Who am
I to judge,
times and times and half a time,
did it have an alarm?
Trust and obey, its the very most fun, Jeffersonian obediance, if y'please.