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Despair

Like a tumbleweed aimlessly blowing in the wind across infinitely open and wide prairie home companion land (which wasteland famously epitomized by T.S. Elliot) a barren vista ravages metaphorical landscape of one measly mortal malcontent male bumping and scraping along accursed habiliment just barely avoiding and dodging diabolical demons mercilessly and unrelentingly ready to seduce this somewhat sanguine Simian who finds himself amidst the pitfalls of a tortured and twisted existence racked with pinions describe bing a demonic dragon filled dungeon damp, dark, demented domains – a veritable no man’s land impossible to escape no matter how fast I - as a foo fighter flee from the fearful, fierce-some phantasmagoric forms figments of my imagination seemingly real tangible as bone and flesh who haunt sacred crowded house of slumber transmogrify me into a loathsome madman ranting raving senseless gibberish and sic gobbledygook perceived as metaphysically n philosophically insane as soundgarden syllabification from one womanly World Wide Web wayfarer which virtual vagabond venerates vowels and possesses means and tees to till verse akin to a sorceress who waves a magic wand to produce supreme sentences weaves tantalizing terrific tweed topographic tundra’s that this admirer of her artful and colorful poetic endeavors prompts me to accompany my mindscape as a thought-provoking troubadour amidst the information super byways and highways along winding labyrinths of critical thinking or simply stepping o'er rolling stones of silly rhymes without wing less reason all the while giving subtle egress into that chamber of secrets long kept shut tight to maintain that sure footed stance of solitude whose only entities happened to constitute trappings of literary lugubriousness those tombs of largesse identified as great works and masterpieces of literature yet careful to avoid complete intimacy lest that cherished solitude shattered and a heart rent asunder twin tower ring inferno imp perils of loss that provide an understandable cautionary tale to the author of this rambling missive a most profoundly perceptive acute Ape man touched to the quick with a bit of angel dust aware that this agonized and angst riddled arboreal beast contents himself with the confines of cyberspace!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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