🚀 go-pugleaf

"For one (1) confusedated by the nature of exaggerated fictive
festivity, the Enemy (cr)edible is a very beautiful conceptitude"
-- indeed.  But which one (1)?  The one who's Siren's call her
awake at night or the out-of-words out-of-bounds travado who too
often wonders aloud that it %would% be grand, grander than grand,
if megaphones were just a bit easier to come by and didn't distort
one's words from sounding sincere to sounding, well, just plain
loud.  "Anyway, one could as easily ask Why not marry an electronic
blip from East Anglia?  And so:  Why not?"  Indeed, it has been a
struggle, from the initial gauntlet-fling to the gauntlet-toast of
this halcyon summer's frozen frame, partially buffeted by the roped
wind in Polaroid monumentalism.  "Elsewise they will merely
iteratively curse each other forever like stupid software or
artificially stupid humans": Daniel, did you do this?  Though not
actively winding dooms of love of late, perhaps cockroachs should
be given their just due, the Paranoia Charm School so ardently
hope-side-erred with a hushed hasted, temporarily templated in a
grand scheme.  "H.   (set cheating-l mine mine mine)", though that
still requisitions me to wonder why the subscription rate stands
at one (1) even and how, of all the gin joints in the world, fate
would have Smiled (go on, you can do it) on delicate dreams of
sleeplessness spent pronouncing her name in a place where "nothing
means anything much anymore and what's left is hardly systematic,
rather a dreadfully untidy mess" which I wouldn't have any other
way as I still somehow remember where everything but that one
biscuit I was saving for later and the coupon for a free Po-Em lies,
satrapped by the commandeering will.  "List demeanour is still
mostly unchartered territory, and you are blindly and circularly
chartering in the wrong directions."  The beaten path fought back,
and the Law won.  It was better to surrender whatever degree of
dignity I might have imagined having -- though it is doubtful I had
any rilly -- and cut sluices from pathways which were not yet
escape routes, and thereby opposing, have that fifteen minutes of
fame I'd heard about.  From the coast: Look back!  See! the witness
stand fill with urgents facing rows of terminal monitors!  The
Civil War has belonged to everyone, a cut-rate green brigade for
the champion, the only two (2) left standing at the close.  Lime
kiln lectern revised and it's the way you remember in a finishing
school in time, in time, as "now, of course, is not the time to
mention that you bring all the distraughts and distroths upon
yourself, being so endemic and engaging and vexatious"; gladly,
and the lake effect on the safe house is that the windows are
perpetually fogged.  I shall not make my amends, there's still so
much to do, so much to be done.  "As to what i said last time
around, i was tired and monosyllabic and i meant none of it."
Perhaps, this shall come to pass.  I can only (remain her) prey,
and hope that, this time, she was rested, eloquent, and that
[jellyfish] rings true, darling, darling, darling.

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