All hail the Silver Skins
(with nudity optional)
Not another effort from "The Left"s bleating masses, but the sparkily aristocracy of cerebral-celebritys; their binary-duality sweeping earth-wise.
I don't object to the subject necessarily. All Hell Breaks-Loose sometimes For Heaven's Sake too.
Good thing they left a muggle's shoreline to toe-upon, the scurrilous waves banging against their new-found providential-truths.
The prophet Pirsig¹ tells us that Objects already, are Long Out Of Fashion.
Boxing God, like the beauty of Helena, will hone the cutters - to thoes left in and those left to broom; to make we Canaanites turn butcher upon each other.
Never to build too high or run too fast to catch god with his pants down and given fair warning about our culinary peculiarities too. Some will eat anything that doesn't immediately bite-back.
'All hail the Silver-Skins' OR 'Byte This'
. . . next evolutionary iteration; to learn the purpose of, or espy our elusive "ground-of-being"; our ridiculous tree-shucked planet's ridiculous "Fruit" for our Salvations'; Deaths'-Champion's Return² ( whose sand-clock urn must have broken).
Obviously, we earthlings have lingered too long.
Now the moon's prayer goes [ up? ]
to keep us from her pristine approaches:
O' god of the moon-glow - Blow 'em Away
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Notes:
1. " Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance" & " Lila" [ "Good" is a noun". - Robert Pirsig ]
2. See the "Abrahamic Faiths
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