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Julian Mar 2019
Flippant polymaths exude the frippery of travail for lapsed inordinate surgical gains in temporal but temporary acclaim that owes its provenance to the gullarge accentuated by the guttural tempests of silent windfalls that wrestle with sharks and snarky cagamosis with pilfered fame without rulers for rules that own the profligacy of a cineaste game

We cannot surpass our talents with ease when the treecheese of inevitable distance between equipoise and insanity is a tantamount inanity of prolixity for the sake of freedom rather than servitude to the slow meandered steps of trudged verbigeration that needs to be exorcised from the seat of authority for the plodding inconvenience of time earned that shakes the listless yearning people who lie and spurn

Demagogues are trifles because they are anoegenetic and care not for the abligurition that consumes the energy of a dismal life lived on fringes rather than reaped with grimaces for binges that continue to absorb the painful pangs of twinges that hedonists are of interest

We cannot exorcise the demons that give stygian weight to exchequers beyond the gamut of money but rather the currency of velocity of thought that owes its weight to weightlessness of spaces between the spacious and the limited tract of isolative territory that many mendicants looking for sustenance travail in insolence and in perjury of their solemn duties for self-serious honesty they lack a vista to see their crimes as more than just a pettifoggery of disputatious wranglers that wrench and then contemn the objects of their moral scruples to contend with nothing but the vacant expanse of a limitless injury for a momentary slip of cultivation and countenance

Frippery is hard to cobble with lapidary wit because succinct grievances are fallow ground for the permanence of atrocity and the temperance of felicity to conform to the desiccated pathways of limpid but livid excoriations of willful ingenuity met with aleatory rambles that sprawl incalescence with words as a dying occupation that is resurrected from the abeyance of its pragmatic utility to distinguish class from crust.

The triadic fatuousness of snarky sharks recruiting the gullarge of paranoiacs to deputized alacrity lead many strident vocations astray as they pilfer the nullibiety of spectral ignorance and defy the gravitas of the primiparas of a swollen technocracy, an outrage that scarecrows with prevenance have adumbrated against with strident accelerations of sublime velocity

So we swim in perilous straits against the demiurge of inclemency in fated rittles for the turpitude of wraiths and engineer every aborning day a new foofaraw of unalloyed atrocity
Now more than never should be deployed to ensure that the castigation of scoundrels and guttersnipes that exert a rip tide to those stranded on the shores of littoral desiccation might find the pristine beachgoing public an amenable treat proffered by exorcised sheepishness in reiterative bleats that quarkswarm only the antinomy of sentient masteries by shoveled civilizations proctor to horological insistence in design

So we designated an abeyance of heydays to create a rippled nostalgia that creeps in the winter storms that singe even glabrous ignorance with the twinges in absentia of the regal crows that circle the sun as the sustenance of the alighted moon as we reach for the heaved Richter teeming with ablution for venial commination of prolix croons that exert a Palo Alto rhyme

Phenomenological fields distal to the cephalocaudal origination of limber and the ironic counterpoint to that strife in excess rather than dearth of the henchmen behind the exchequer showcase that fluid thoughts surpass the limits of the dentistry of cosmetic cosmology simultaneously a scientific boon but a coarse albatross

We are criminals in a world stranded by ****** apostasy because of the sincerity of minstrels meets plodding human ignorance as exemplars rather than the apotheosis of divine excoriation of wastrels and flattybouches who webdoodle their way into the extinction line in some computer file swiped from eccedentesiasts who often in uncouth barbarity forgetfully abide without the temperance of floss

So what are we to make of magisterial wits of wiseacres who pilot tenable objectives like Indiana Jones flexing his comical whip when the gunfire of cacophony inundates our ears with a lisp of cockalorum imposture rich in chewing tobacco and its ungainly gripes and tenacious grip

Should we seek salvation from the treecheese of arboreous terrain amenable to the newfangled windfall of agricultural whims that dare now with caprice but not quixotic disdain to reconfigure the parsimonious levered engagement of melliferous fungible transaction between sabbaticals and chief financiers dubbing the vociferous limn of the primeval fulgurant incandescent ethereal quips?

We strive for palaces issued with dimes, dozens and scores of retinues that retain the patina of sophistry as the gullarge makes the vangermytes cozy in their defensively mechanized citadel buffered against the unheralded malversations of mammon intersecting with primordial chemistry that give the philanderer a guise of philanthropy despite professed gainsay that perjures because hucksters are winsome with fiduciary risk

So we calumniate with lapsed puns and Potter’s Spells as we dredge the indemnity of bustling heydays that extend beyond the bailiwick stated because of the prolonged trace of nostalgia that frazzles our voluntary expeditions with misanthropy as each libertine instinct becomes subject to stop and frisk

How to balk at such a garrulous repartee as proffered by swanky intransigence that shakes it off in a quaky town that hates the Swift refrain that endangers the fatalism of recuperated foresight borrowed from the armamentarium of corrupted killjoys who swim in a dalliance with the itchy myths that drift from powerlessness to voguish debauchery of insouciant internecine fringes frayed by the tomes that decry Stygian drift

Shiftless and rooted in rintinole absolved by plackiques that enchant the voyeurism of repined squalor of industrious frippery deracinated from the aureate complicity of largesse calibrated to mobilize the skittish mercurial yuppies to a dance with divestiture, taxes and an earthen death, we sprint the evergreen mile toward the scrupulous invention of enthusiastic euphemisms arbitrated by the procrustean silt of the leaky faucet of enigmatic timelessness etched by chiselers to beat “Us and Them” and warn the vanguard of the front rank about the thespian rift

Exhaustive rescue squads prepared for the dearth of monetary heft in times of perilous drought denigrate the authors of famine to the indulgent parents of inordinate sabotage of narrative for riskless arbitrage that is the outrage of sciamachies between platonic indifference and the tantrums of the feckless in the dangerous hearth of the cavernous wilderness of limitless imaginations that stagger so far beyond orbit they become satellites to vagrancy and whittled paragons too distant to dissolve in the ethereal chemistry of incalescent uproar sadly flanged by the Dopplers of ephemeral fate

Squandered by the desuetude of a snarky intervention I issue invective at the proctors of deafferented limbs for barbarous swine meeting expediency in demise, bemoaning the placid distaste of rectified cries that issue candles for each acrimony beyond the permutation of the staid inflexible limit of 88’

Bashfully we careen through argosies of curiosity to fossick the stalactites of timeworn intuition and reckon with their converse ironies that drip faucets of mildew that remain hidden unless poked by plucky flashlights to inspect the paragon of erosive filigrees of a bewildering paradox of polarized design that one meets the ceiling at inception and the cousin strives to clamber empty space to know with faint certainty the bulldozed irony of superordinate coexistence

Now we return to the majesty of a spurned wiseacre that evades the snappy parlance of a wrenched friction between the physical and the metaphysical elements that constitute a commensurate reality so supernal that its ostentation creates lifetimes of reiterative growth that spawns crimson red and bloviated blues to find a fulcrum of balance between the malversation on one hand of criminal sinister machinations and on the other hand the execrable self-righteous ignorance of a hidden vehicles of dexterity that are subsumed by a subtlety of legislative graft that owes its forbearance to the sanctimony of perseveration without the laurels of persistence

Now we wed the concepts between the ambidexterity of a monolithic titan who wanes rather than waxes himself because his glabrous head already exposed requires nothing new because the empire that struck back is denuded by the thorny imbroglio of a sunken Rose

Timmynoggies are perfect for haberdasheries of saccharine and glib excellence as measured by the ****** cacophony of unmerited applause that strains the resourcefulness of the silent mastery of magistrates in mellifluous alcoves surrounded by the soundproofed rigors of an execrable dereliction wilt into the imaginations of the few that watch movies with errantry rather than pleasantries of gaudy nonsense enchanted by a striptease of the wanton zeitgeist that some balk at but everyone knows

Time earns the spangled banners of sloganeering because of the fastidious creations of pole folders that maneuver between quips borrowed from antique movies and swindled affectations of yearning of many of all fears inevitable with the malevolent passage of the technocracy from cheers to vehement inveighed jeers

We should fear the watershed because it necessitates the evaporation of winsome ambition and implores the subservience of a guiltless fascination with abominable regress concomitant to the acceleration of money preceding a whipsawed downfall ensured by the funereal spates of requiems to oneironauts who plunged to their deaths on headlong flickering whims past the craggy landscape of lunar concordance and through the abeyance of qualms to flabbergasted self-importance in the eradication of provident fears

Memorials exist encoded in the temporal twinges of agony that straddle the cardiovascular throbs of impermanence that sweat with each simple beat to blather about the repetitious nature of a livid nature scrambled in exodus of the emigration of senseless blather to the subroutines of regimented sleepless paragons of travail in every pedestrian feat accelerated with each passing foot traversed by vigilant and eager feet

Tempests crowd the cluttered hamartithia of dredged incompetence leading to the foreclosure that precedes the simple derelictions that amount to grievous uncertainties that squawk in the plumage of the frippery decay of an autumnal fall from gracile riches landlocked without room to sprawl rigged against every track that is a surefire gleeful keepsake to meet, greet and serenade the claques adorned with the monikers of the Greeks

Trembling beneath the weight of mellifluous sauntering dingy designs that exude the anguish of our provident but incidental remonstration against the plodding indifference of the artistic clerisy we sputter against intransigent annulments of the emotive human engine calibrated with creaky pistons that rumble with furor of abrasive protest in timely haphazard elemental designs for vanguard ears

Tridents shed the fossicked leaves that are divisible by two but not inevitably glue that solders the identities of people congregated around a situation of gleeful sprees rather than wistful regress into a temerity without regret that gets dangled in the purview of the spiteful wings of armies that drawl when they sing vapid songs for vaped bongs but not the soberly cheers because of the deafening din of conformity oblivious of the honorific crescendos that still peak after so many restless years

Confederates line the avenues of bustling caverns of cumulative human disdain so willfully flouted by the wrenched corrosive frictions of vibrant deformation of the cultural narrative that encapsulates the collective bubbles chewed and jettisoned like bandied candy and then defamed without justice because  hurricanes churn up the reclusive emergence of protective vanity chased down as a sunken cost for a siphoned glory of tribal pride despite the strictures of logic

Creeping with insistence is a subaudition of governing gravel that entombs many steadfast lies that embodied people living delusory lives under a paradigm that has been subverted by the feats of science into a morass of irrelevance and the chances are many of those so deluded still breathe the air now more polluted but balk at the memories of the fallen passengers on the convalescent train that accelerates sunblind but respectfully toward a systematic engrossment of swollen intellects whimpering about the tautologic

We finance our prescient rodomontade with rodeos equipped with zany clowns who spurn the tridents of Poseidon because of the iridescent gloss of sheepish and flippant zealots who churn against the wrestling match of televised irony with accentuated eccedentesiastic disdain amended by a tolerable diversion of ennobled gallantry zip-zagging among the many valid quodlibets and missing the mark entirely on purpose to vacate the possible raillery of those who balk at time’s chosen serpentine tracks because of limited pedagogical tracts

So lets solder a forceful brunt against the senseless regalia of modern omphalos and return to the plenipotentiary fields of resourceful human inquiry into the chagrins outmoded by convenience but amplified in vociferation by the prosthetic extension of a grangull humanity outfoxing itself into a zugzwang inevitable in the future with collateral losses because of senseless invidiousness orchestrated by the immiscible dermatology of divisive facts often about race and ineluctable tax

We conclude with the optimism that refineries become gentrified by the superlunary squadrons who bask in beatific beams of anonymity and that the pollution preceding our evolution is just adventitious rather than central to the amelioration of wavy screens ennobling so many upstarts to teach themselves the majesty of lucid dreams and to capitalize on ludic ideals divorced from the urchins of radical idealisms that ironically poach rarefied air with smug pollution of narrative scares

Without trepidation we can muster the largesse of civility to create a progeny that has a recursive progeny of heirs that defiantly imagine a world bereft of specters of the soporific imagination enforced by the lapidation of insight from termagants who stride with ursine acrimony naked bare and envision a global meliorism that is careful, picaresque, pragmatic and filled with meritocratic care

With those ornaments of an aureate measure in mind


We leap beyond the enumerated infinity in time's proper design
Before I drown in this shallowness
Can the promised sabbaticals be prohibited?
Before I drown in this shallowness
Can my nightmares stop adapting stories from your sweet secrets?

Should I be melancholic or ecstatic
For how I’ve unlearned to please myself?
Should I be melancholic or ecstatic
For how the firmament can replace every tiny particle?

Before I drown in this shallowness, remember –
No matter how blasphemous you are
Please do not urinate in our mosque

*** everywhere else.
I can't trigger a landslide without skiing like a **** from Amsterdam, dam it -- as the *******, palming & handiwork crack the wooden shoes of Norwegian milkmaids.
Prophecy II -. "Seventh, Inter-Synergy Energy"

"Three months I have waited in the middle of this mountain,
symmetrically arranging the steps to be taken not backing down
Prana of walking Life in oceans of life walking ...
us and them ... how much has to separate us to reach us?
what I have not tried to separate, what I have not managed to achieve ...
I think I died early in the worlds that have not yet risen,
I think I was reborn late between dense curves that overwhelm us with straight lines
soul, principle, matter and distinctive material ontology
Phantom God of parallelisms of beings and activities in parallelism ...

Hunger body low energy ceasing creatures in embryo
Incessant firstborn infusing other confining souls
demon trails slides where my hands are ashes
sore doctrines to beget and doctrines to ulcerate ...
How prophecy uses the sea carrying determined messages from shore to shore
close to a Virtual reason, at sunset your Faith must be glandular ...
matter of soul and body exposed theological and chemical predisposing,
in pursuit of everything corruptible, and vice versa if it does not burst with atheistic impatience.


Eurydice takes a date and sings tempting action-packed actions to Vernarth,
Raeder and Petrobus get their souls in line on the first linear principle,
Along with the matter of ****** fire, proceeding to the definition where all the parts are confirmed without distinction dancing together with them creating the greatest bond of faith in body and soul, thus spending the three months in few words of light of satiated fire.

In the eighth month katapausis, your permanent peace must rest eight times,
cited state; once it is translated into sabbaticals, it will be the same state ... When everyone finishes their dance and enters believing they have the courage to enter eight times in connection with rest ..., plus eight times in connection with rest.

In the few verses the urgency of the entrance is accentuated. The main question “is that history is repeating itself; exactly where the Israelites were at Kadesh-barnea. A related term, either synonymous with Kadesh or referring to one of the two sites, is Kadesh (or Qadesh) Barnea. Several etymologies for Barnea have been proposed, including 'desert travel', but neither has produced broad consensus. What is the consensus? stop believing or leaning on the banks of a Jehovah's rain preacher, or leaning on the banks of a sinful waterfall preacher, or leaning on the banks of a confessing rain preacher, or leaning on the banks of an inquisitive wet wind preaching…? Wherever at last the aromas of its faithful winds served are sacred to all that was named before and many before the confessing rain…, cascades in favor of the temperamental inquisitor wind ”.

Astheneiais ”, in Greek is weakness, in Hebrews, a moral connotation and means not only a physical weakness, but a weakness and conscious trembling in temptation. Our Lord understands us also in this weakness, because he was tempted in everything according to our likeness. Since He Himself was tempted, He knows from experience what being tempted means to us. He was not tempted in all the particulars of our life, such as, for example, He was not tempted as a husband, or father, owner or employer, or soldier, because he was none of these things. But he was tempted in the three areas of human susceptibility: body, soul, and spirit.

to be continue...
PROPHECY II
Prophecy I "Eighth month of sailing in systemic fullness"

"As all our cycles will not haunt us
in other Laps from where the fine eye could have sewn the buttonholes on the shroud,
where there will be life and if there will be a short time without life ...
long time dragged by you where the sun is melted on the word being kept locked in your pocket to collect it blushing
Tomorrow jump without a declining yesterday ..., without a tomorrow to the heat of a bonfire ...
lamb bait groped being the portal of those who have been slapped inside your cheeks ... those who will not shorten the cycle that transcends all the oblong sepulchral vaults or those who abound in the nonsense of sanitizing ***** despot nights life having to measure in your flourishing mourning of the cleaner spray of its solid outline and announced outline of the new one that has been redrawn again being more than a brief syllable created again fertile in the biosphere mouth so as not to see you omnipresent vapor, meditating when you do not have and that dares to meditate on the future that It will have to be reserved for yourself by professing it when you are cold and insinuating, if in life followed by letters to flood, pondering as a paralyzed sleeping part that wants not to be covered with feigned heat and that it does not fit in all parts of me he wishes to be consul of some coat with all those who also sleep half dreaming in the company of the lost afternoon that never t he ends up serving Saint John here in Katapausis. ”


"What more reckless work of losing value,
I am already in Katapausis in the eighth month ...
I entered as light opening with my hand turned into light ...
already being a katapausis meaning sabbatismo.
quasi-unity method that exhibits cohesion to the resting motive
Levers of my hands of intra sabbaticals in The dissertation ...
it is exegetical and theological in nature to transpire soft sleepless light,
We are people who do not have to fear or air to deposit for a future warehouse
above the Sycamore or birds that guard all the Gold above my hands on the Sycamore ... "


"Stay in my house, otherwise I will be yours
stay in your house, it will be everyone's even in apocalypse ...
that more reckless will be silent as a work of losing value,
Katapausis is the threshold where my life enters and leaves at once,
stay in my house, otherwise I will be yours ...

Open windows, closing them meekly to that person confronted against you ...
He comes from a relativized den on reliefs in weathered beads ...
they will be soluble mineral beings agreed to move away from the farthest and closest to the least distant ..., from underground and underground siphon waters ... there we will all be floating ... like vertebrate invertebrate animals "

Vernarth, after not entering the grotto, not having found Saint John, goes abroad, where he is put into campaign three months before he can be received by God's law. Here he meets Raeder and his pelican, in addition to Eurydice.
PROPHECIES VERNARTH
Chree Jan 4
I'm Quadralateral, one shot shoot myself out of a catapult.
Have your eyes bigger than the adderall.
On god hitting collaterals on all of these battlers.
Somebody tell marshal you're average bro I'm the Admiral
Little Labrador Radicals yelling at ya that a girl.
Vatican with the stick put her on the platapus
Four Sabbaticals in You could learn what talent is.

Up down
It's the God and the Devil.
I'ma love em both while you wont ever forget it.
It's just us now.
And there's more to these levels.
I can do what you do but I do it better.

******, dont give a fk what they thought.
to the Lateness I'm great son, with the language.
Every time I leave the bank looking like a bankjob.
Get entangled up by the mangum little django but look at the chainsaw.

— The End —