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it ain't the gush of hot blood or a madman’s teeth ripping open a bag of chips and a microbrew it is a clenched heart squeezed by the age of steam then left at the century's doorstep following the great migration of Cimmerians to Penemunde said the monkey to the parrot we’ll cut away from our intro now just didn't want the intergalactic Mind Police Black Dog Terror Squad to think I had forgotten their food dish hence the esophageal spasm it's all a gateway to paradise where Lake Placid can only erupt I assure you posthumously volcanically presumed dead perhaps alive possibly a victim of hypochondria needing humanitarian relief hell what do I know you got your deductive you got your inductive one leads to vacillation the other to megalomania I watched the best minds of my generation lobotomize themselves with ideology and lop their nuts off with paper cutters less out of vengeance than mitigated tranquility journalists were the first to go many ifs in the Thesaurus of Legends you see the words you spectate pleasantly inconsequential and obsolete separated from the five senses by the five in-between senses sense of irony sense of outrage sense of monotony sense of wonder sense of mediocrity and a great list of impermissibles as long as your extended elbow with curiosity the test of courage discovering that the path of least aversion was sweet to gaze upon in a universe of distortions this is a level 5 commando alert follow me men he drunkenly commanded and stumbled out into the darkness cursing and singing From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/