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>Viereck ---------------------------------------------------->  Oblivion
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>Everything, always, just as you say.
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><<<<<< Darling.>>>>>>

Alas, might I invoke clemency?  I shall try again, if you'd suffer me in
Viereck'd pain for a spell, a passerby's dismissive hand-sleight waving
ruin-shored, and, in homestead, load the Po-Et Utilities Program, type
"restore M:\Viereck oblivion", and, while waiting, turn the pictures on the
desk down and the ones on the wall away; apologies for my decked-out
affrontology musn't be squandered on the politesstimable-Enemy's photo
drills in murderigeur mysteries of who-done-who wrong (not much of a
mystery at all, this time ... mea culpa, <<<<<< Darling. >>>>>>).

"In this self-continent age", Sling: passivility is the name of troughs of
hell-bentertain-us chits who pridealize themselves for dcorrect accounting
of stressed assailables in bid-you-well overflown & well-spun plods -- et
ne faire que a: lime kiln lectern stands are most easily purchased,
slightly less easily assembled, and far too easily mounted (and one thought
yeux-mobiles were inclemental in their incidence).  Though not actuarily a
provisio for peddling yr devil-may-wares midst the taint of Castle
Obsequious, the rallying call for verstwhile contemporaries is the love of
Armada-bankruptcy days and the glory of swamp-dwelling Venice and the trod
of the morass across the dilatory last-flicks of the nightly tv utterance,
with disdain and chagrin for all that is not well-apportioned for some
proper learning, schoolboy rote-tote style.  And, for the bovintage
paternostalgia of young matadorables: success spawns fawns impressed with
ease of foes deposed in seizing the crest of the chronic dawn's behest
releasing the throes of the Golden Mean: it all gets washed away by the
time the afternoon tea (or siesta, depends on where you are) rolls round.
Some early birds'll know better, particularly those who've been up since
the previous go round (those New Ways of Thinking, no doubt, no doubt).

And, ultimely, a directive (urk.): those who live by the piece of the
"CRAFT" pie die such auch: a (cr)edit-chauffered consumptive force can
decry check-marketed orders for the successes of long-begotten (c)aged-
buzzards, still shored, still shelved, and earning its happenstance on the
dollar (oops, sixpence) in the remaindered difference (ooh la la): the Rule
of the Idiot Fury of "Art" (under Reason).  My counter-candidact
([s]elective): don't (Just) count, count for something (Just) (ho ho ho)
(la la la la la la la la la la), and, esp., Listen with Intent.  As Gen.
Mills proclaims, "trade" and "tradition" have similar polinating stylos
[Reader's Digesticulater-than-you-think, 1992H].

                    -M-