Excuses interupt a selfish impression.
Confessed heretic.
Professionally facing ghastly willpower,
initialized inculcated faith
to spark self will,
meditate that.
Well, now, old man
in a whole new economy, abusing
traditional terms of polite exchange, such
suffer less under tyrannies
of knowledge, closely held.
A republic, a public mind form used to regulate a we,
in grown up agreeableness to disagree with the idea
that kings and other divined leaders lead servants,
to follow, with due respect to the laws, any may read,
but those too given to comfortable versions, may watch
yes, see another, as one so familiar, I know
that character, yes, the idea so represented in minds
ready with full tank of recent conversation, defining
finity with ifity thanks begiven, definite fun allude allusive
slip into a textually correct fantacyzysy we make up,
as a painter paints a textured swath of inky wishery,
calligraphic hexable ideographs splash and swirl with
intensifying suction through a we tiny orifice
in interesting times.
For instance, what the Dicken's.
Was polite what the… Euphilitin.
I find the phrase less likely to envoke preprogrammed reactions.
*** and FTA ok,
There are minds, so broken, the makers of them, never reuse
the idea that formed the need to put on a certain kind's mind.
A torq around a loyal protoeuro menial's neck, that idea,
role play deluded ludicrous fun items famous for failure.
Dare dance a taker's chance, fun items insert a wicked twist,
and existence forms a thought, out of mind, an impossible but
thought,
none the less, possibly a fleeting maybeso, Nietsche and Jeffers,
sitting on my front porch, smile and admit they never saw it so.
A piece in another slog through philosophy of religions proven false by increasing knowledge resulting from magical mechanical servants of minds.
