A rough routine that attempts to pull the ruined from the rubbish... The vague whisper from the rumour... A fiction that might be fact... A simple burst of exclamation... A spoof of poof... that tries (from the roof) to form itself into... A brief burst of explosive explanation. AND THUS WAS HE LOST IN THE LABYRINTH OF LANGUAGE/THE SPEAKING OF WHICH ONLY FURTHER ENTANGLES/UNTIL/A FLASH OF LAUGHING CONFUSION/SHATTERS THE GLASS/OF HIS DULL ILLUSION.
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...a life long dig, a dictionary of numerous dips, an irresponsible flight of flirt ...A CEREBRAL CATHERINE WHEEL SPINNING VIOLENTLY, AND DECORATED WITH, ONE OF THE FIRST QWERTIES TO QWERTY (A GREEN ONE)... a discipline of distrust, a dreaming dream easily drawn down, a drown of drunk... A ONE HUNDRED FOOT HIGH MONUMENT DEDICATED TO THE ART OF IDLENESS AND CONSTRUCTED ACCIDENTALLY OUT OF HOT DRIPPED WAX... a flute of fluid fluster, a duet of humdrum, an ear at ease, an edifice of elaborate ego, a cardiac arrest...A PENETRATE OF DEEP PEEP INSIDE THE COSMIC SLEEP... a bureaucracy of revisionist but's, forever butting, forever tutting... (so stop looking with yesterdays eyes, and stop listening with tomorrows ears. Just try sitting still in the NOW (for now)... for ELVIS has long ago left the building)
