I could pile an elephant on a deck supported by two crystals and still have one elephant at rest...I could hold a golden mace above a pond, I could make a golden chain viberate through magnetism....I could elict a response to touch the core of your being...I could grow the finest roses and make a flamingo blush....I could way Knights and raze fountains..I can move stars and make the poet weep...the pussies are little furry animals


ascribed values and semantics are pussies as well...


what ever else slips anon the field of thought is at the peril of the synapse..unbridled...not used to time being a function of gratification...


Play a Game of Make believe and cry foul when it is real?


What about all those fools in boots???


hmmmss

puss in boots dont sound so bad now does it?


all depends which rhyme your seasoned to.


Lets cut the crap guys...

and still have a deck to play....or I could present an unfuscated Motto..or an unbifurcated twine...


but noooooooooooooo



we are facing a fundament of change and yet I cannot stop the acrimony....

Still we seek position?"

Surely


the dogged walk...the resolute refusal to lay down....

the walk of the fool...


cannot we accept change in a magnanamous edifying manner?

Haute coiffure is as banal as frippery and semantics.


Anyway....friends....dont fight the others friends...

that what Grace means...friends...