A Cawl For Many "Certain Ways"
Fathom not, can I, in the wake of monumental unnaccidental civilization,,, humanity's impending succumbtion to the entropic flu Puup Brown, which encircles us like a thousand grim Deaths setting a perimeter and half-closing. Coming with their scythes, but prior to and in place of our clean decapitations, tossing us into a large cauldron, drinking their very own excretions, and finawly with the butt ends of their sticks.. stirring us (and awl of our colors) into one fat homogeneity.
I cannot fathom, but I may say: Act with internal intention. Toss the mirrors away. Dance eyes closed, and be a flavour today!
~ Best wishis.
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