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Inevitable Death Defines Life

Inevitable death defines afterlife I mull mortality thru lens crafted occipital orbs regarding a better future experience sing a space oddity – whar incessant yaks exuding a big hurt emanate as cosmic atomic bipedal hominids replete roof lee wax during a foggy day in London town despite current requisite vacs in nation, with no win intent to tax earning income sans new career in a new town sacred gaia, boot merely regale bing alive - till death rattle racks breaking rocks on a small plot of land – named abdulmajid this hue man vesicle honking duck dine hasty billed quacks trumpeting as absolute beginners hoe ping toot trumpet sum dimming sense n sensibility cashed; screaming across the universe gnome matter whirled wide web tattered like worn school packs scattering fractal moonbeams african night flight scouring virtual briny deep satiating hunger after all sans respite from stressors 2-tha max ending after today at al alba finds me caught up in global game of thrones listening as dueling banjos play alabama song cosmic forces play bingo or jax keeping aladdin sane while mortals on earth join fine null scene grim reaper as final acts. This then bryn mawr clowning bozo belting out algeria touchshriek anthem haint no wah shaky spear butta rip peats living virtuous like all saints moss lee same old epithet via matt speak, comprehending all the madmen which maxim (or similar facsimile thereof) generating kickstarting optimism among all the young dudes attributed to bard of avon on stratford; reaching renown when almost grown e.g. rose by any other name.... embalming owed grecian formula lovers always crashing in the same car much ado about nothing amazing amlapura and amsterdam couched in binary granules viz badinage, interlocking rem cycles during an occasional dream literary espionage donned as persnickety persiflage, quite lame convincing brilliance to whit, and I say to myself eventually...all's well that ends well sans this game reveling like any Warhol – tripping anyway, anyhow, anywhere of thrones - n this yahoo pledges allegiance n fealty during the post world war two art decade within parameters of cyberspace cuz crest o kinship I aim. Ike kin only imagine dragons drooling n eyes glazed o’er bleacher blitzing the madding crowd as the world falls down than lovely bones re: unique scrunched facial feature burning down the house ashes to ashes twisted countenances wrought by this motley fool sought after baying plaintively baal’s hymn (der choral vom groben baal) by men in white coats attired as paparazzi equating lecher rocking cradling baby – envisioning baby can dance us content; misconstruing sensitive uber up lyft ting preacher entrusting me - baby it can’t fall cooing baby grace (a horrid cassette) a generic garden-variety *****sapiens doting with radiance as baby loves that way special to self n family as a funny sunny teacher. Credo i.e. to confront fear of flying as netizen, pinging pacifying patty cakes, which iz baby universal pardon jeffersonian airplane droning twittering like n angry bird shrieking that the referee backed a loser echoing sagacious life lessons whey curd ballad of the adventurers (die ballade von den abenteureren) congeals shape shifting simian with pliant plinth gird trebling melodic scaffold fueled band intro shorn in various n sundry couture hair re: styled swiftly tailored flying needles clattering with a bang bang harried styled uniform far from versace clothier - prices absurd holding wrongly incarcerated behind bars of the county jail boot issued from rosy gun metallica sound heard describing the battle for britain (the letter) evanescence of beauty - these words written by aging nerd hoping for thee to be my wife from mine kempf noggin each n every nine inch nail size word. HEAVENLY STANZA INTERRUPTION ONE

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