Simple Theories

  rocks in Donald head deserve no blame, established has a cold un feeling chamber. the deliberation of time barely hears his squeaks and further squeaks and pack of supporting gods and landslides. the rocks are rocks, the sleep track wakes of eyes. he is barely, his condition. he barely is but look for verbs in time. he is finally happened and dusty talk. the pronoun barely sake for title and anoint. rocks are free to come and Go, populist wont.

  the fair Babylon, talked of. crowning worshiping Holy Damn. Moloch big mouth meant something, supposedly right. It was man dated but then new man date correcting. And the city can be destroyed, and those wiped. Underline words with meaning. What is is It exactly.

  Facts about Socrates, no more than liquid, with strong endemic leanings. He was elevated proton by proton, even as protons developed much later. You can say things like that if you are Socrates, and why shouldn’t you be? Plato strictly meant something in seeing Socrates as mentor and teacher. Plato always suspected something more than molecule. Socrates finds occasion to speak. Plato seems to speak. Stylistically, this dialogue has many similarities. Socrates and Plato, in a cavern, made clicking sounds. Each click produced a green phosphorescent glow in the dark. And there we are with that.  But wait! When they left the cavern and returned to sunlight, they had the experience of having had the experience there in the cavern. Stylistically, this dialogue has many similarities. NOW  guilded in guile, the leftover parts of the last American president (headless for the masses). Pan- Ignorant cons scription and thought ex periment. honesty stands as just another possom smea...

  glistening these people their legal rights bright marvelous construing language engaged in flaming  plentitude of horses, darkened regimes  we have stood for the time with juncture in the sand’s gloss, wave upon wave seismic country, esplanade of passing fancy, generative failing  Donald’s afterbirth for the Citizen, the French say  citoyen, member of state or Country, just annexed as computed loss  the ex Pression on Donald head and the space within, a World—it is nothing to laugh At and will be gone in lasting parliamentary fragments  Donald most important slug Gish thoughtless noise of human ever  From now and On, wind colour red as a sun  Donald doesn’t bleed completely real like a motorcade  his head ever expresses a bit of climactic rock  no entirety will ever Give fatter flatter nothing  Factories burn for him in tribute and re tribute  Cornice stone and brains above the ground, aura of magnet compulsion, separati...

  Donald’s low valence dying measures the smallest ut most possible  packaged plum pageantry in the molecules between nothing  lights shine all angel grift to astonish the elsewhere beams  maybe the possible becomes possible by words only  now means now to the exclusion of then  thank those close and reaching Martians for an alien sense of virtue

  Across lean tar pits of localised conveyance, news from sadly nowhere and other quackery. The entire rich crunch vibrates to the center, where stopping begins. Look where the adjectives go. The people as multiplied assumption and ducking away show causation by tumbleweed drift. Moral code exists as prosecution, pronounced as caring. Nuclear rocks decompose, discompose. Stictures from the one god populates the beaten numbers between us. We can all die with advantage to hear the startling judgment. The bonfire of Babylon made happiness exist. We cannot squeeze more love from this rock. Donald’s day has spoken, mellifluous tar.