In the short time of my future I look decisively upon the dawning moment of realization sparked by epiphany and steadied by choice. As lone meandering thoughts glide like far out spectres of visionic dance I perpetuate the mere hindrance of rumor, into hilarious word. Revealing and adapting into and with itself hither not afore upon the dazzling rebuttal of clickedy clack. Three strikes the toll of this for that, as grainy eyed film rolls hot and cracklingly down the wall to gather a pun and a joker’s stark laugh out of the belly of a soul’s last bit of slack.

No margin of error, nor uncomfortable rant, as the dipple dime of heredity, fickles out an asunderous glance. Chancing chance a pleasant plum of fate and pear of delayed fragrance sneaks small bites under the yarn of long winded advice sparked on by vice.
Gone ashore or just asunder bury down low and enjoy the plunder.

September 8, 2008