Brooding Presence

being adventurous mammalians we seek to avoid the repetition of pain and encounter the repetition of pleasure which might be why the ones who have everything take from those who have nothing just to get a little bit more in a retroactive stylistic tendency which has survived from the dark centuries as annotated in the severe prognostications from eminent gargoyle collector J. B. Hoopersnacky of the ill fated Ulysses lately posted to the tropics diplomatic gesture of listless conciliation Hoop's biting satire of unresisted passions is yet another voice of no particular merit rightfully ignored by a sky full of arguing deities batting their pig bladders into each others' faces at great cost of charm and dignity to the fluffy sheep braying tenderly below discovery of other preceding discovery of self an every time axiom sung by every mother whose manifold component itchy attributes a zig zag sequence of intriguing sentiments about cleanliness and obedience necessarily providing inadequate protection against the wolfish the blatantly expressed dominion of unzipped sorcery inviting hard times upon the land who do you blame who do you trust when the entrancing commercial breaks outnumber the direct affinities for truth by a grand historic factor of gross multiplication and here we are back to repetition and the many depictions of common vanity mercilessly unchained filling the readout screens eternal enemy of *****publius as old J.B. liked to call himself on a good day when the publisher's check arrived and another bottle of Mermaid's Breath graced the banded navigator chest docked at his fireside rocker as he brooded