Porcupines stand as the glad result of Nature wanting to make porcupines. Their name derives from old words meaning “spine hog”, and their colouration, as part of the continuum, consists of various shades of brown, grey, and white. They have long lifespans for rodents. Porcupines receive points in the never ending for the defensive mechanism of their quills. The threat of quills surpasses sarcasm by several metrics, even for the most super clever. Porcupines utilize an aposemantic* defensive strategy. That means that porcupines have imposed generations of bad vibes amongst potential predators vis-à-vis those pain-bringing quills. Wariness in encountering porcupines results. In this they resemble those who wear MAGA hats. MAGA stands for Make America Great Again, a formulation deriving directly from a headache suffered by Zeus. It basically means divide by zero. Not to compare the life-death struggle of porcupines in the wild to the sad deformation of MAGA Hat-Trippers as they straiten the human contract. The readily detachable quills of porcupines leads some to believe that porcupines can launch their quills. They cannot, but that misprision only increases the animal’s aposemantic gesture. One love and all that, vaporized in the ignorant fear cotillion, but we speak of desperate processes in the antic space. Porcupines inhabit a space called Porcupine, in a larger space called Life. Not so different from you.
The work becomes chiding of sunlight. The work is elegy and shaded. The principle ciphers as a god, in the way transience is purpose. Transience works this brief, ending fields, making trees concern. The hell of halting midway identifies the work of burning thru. Forever makes a sign. Sign makes worthy. Indeed the tramp of feet forward concludes any sentences but suggests more. Long sentences, stupid words. The caroling heard by Dante, brilliantine remorse for a better tide. The long road up from down, and turned around. The work then becomes the work now, as stained glass similitude. Anxious in the class structure of catastrophe, the baying song over all. Nothing to do but be done. Ruskin gave you papers to remind you. Slow battering concedes the earth in time. Time being functional and oblique. The worker inside sees the nation by exhalation. Transitive connection sports of culture. The class that ends becomes the class that begins, both left and right.
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