Wednesday, December 12, 2012

divided we fall...forward


a century's rhyme
 -or-
BV-PAR-W

it got a lil heady, i'm not gonna lie. there were misdirections, indiscretions,
recriminations...basically a lot of 'tions' pronounced as 'shuns;' huh, imitation.
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per a sequin, i got bedazzled; it was a visual lie. there were questions, but fellating
those suggestions, like uncertain capitalizations, revealed a ribald consideration: a
limitation.
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all wildly theoretical, of course; simply a submission.