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(my fashionably late xmas greeting could long foster for this century 21 a meeting of thee poetic minds pleasantry sent once boot not worth reap peat ting). up in the air mine barrel sized girth sloshes with cheap beer wishing many strangers happy holidays and good cheer making me suitable as santa claus and his team of rein deer chewing gum to avoid popping in both left and right ear yet the rickety sleigh may not become air borne I fear landing ungracefully scattering presents and gear if wooden contraption alights, a horrendous crash many will hear no doubt instigating children and adults to jeer comparing this jolly fellow to king lear yet running for the hills as this mad man gets considerably near the madding crowd, who expected a more healthy saint nick to a pear with healthy physique instead of the trademark outsize rear which cause for observers to guffaw and sneer whereby my trademark suit will seemingly tear and reveal that this clown wears frilly under wear prompting me to avoid accepting this role for next year.
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Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 11:48 PM UTC
Keg gull buoy TM
There was a big boom once Population dynamics are intrin- sic functions of gumption and big booms echo in eternity. I look at the industrial revolution through infrared filters to parameterize the haze of our lives using a kaleidoscope landmarking technique andor technology where the function of plutocracy (and it is taking shape) while it resonates on post-reformations and pre-modernisms How do you like them schizms? Living the religion of capital ~ ism and paying homage on prayer mats of blood ~ sweat ~ and 1, 2 many beers through our blue collar dollars and masonry jars and crossroads guitars (and between the bars) of our own creation. Now moving toward remediation and un-plebiation. I cried vermouth and reconciliation while they expunged truth and trylobytes. The inevitability always bubbles up. And in the trailer park of our lord: 2017 Ricky and Julian and Bubbles pay homage to a great poet lost: Mr. Lahey. (within the mystery of our own creation) Thus we toast to: The Theatre of Life
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Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 6:09 AM UTC
A Function of Structure