The difference between
A scapegoat
And a buck
Stops here
[Even with regards
Women [
And even
Personality disorders]
State costings
Ends of the line
]
Is a suspect
Rhetorical device.
I’d draw you
A diagram
But I’m all out
Of lines
St Antonin
Unlike
St Max
And even
less like the Temple
Was misdiagnosed
And he was
A noisy fucker
Which, as it turns out
Was also why
He liked her
As she was too
If not more so
In my non-localised
skinny love
state of mind.
A long-form
aggregate
consciously visualised
shadow-work
projection,
left-hand path
spreadsheet
systems analysis
desire
as non-immediate
terrain of will
(my war on
or with,
using
Dionysus’ terroir)
Playing on
both serendipities
and zembleities
for a eudamonian
(morning moaning and groaning)
querencia
I am searching for
(to be honest
enough – a rarity, I know)
a been there
got the t-shirt
heels high
(but knows
whether or not
and as an
aphrodite sophrosyne
kairos skill-
that my Achilles
heel (sic)
is always drawn to,
like a Hedy Logos
Charioteer,
for her contemporary
Bluetooth
beautiful intelligent grace
sweet waters –
when
not to,
kalon antiscian
for whom
the she, (Herle
Coyne), and I
A queen of swords
queen of hearts,
queen bee
towards whom my
most unconscious
thoughts swarm
Is a quid pro quo
Garden of the Erinyes
I was going to buy
Her an orchard, but
Now, that I have been pruned
(And I don’t just mean
the tinned one’s she would ask me
to order for her
with the weekly shop,
on account
of her constitutional
constipation)
I can branch off into
A different Buffalo
Ex Xyst Stance
???
Such
An agliophobic
Dirl for
The girls
We both get locked
In a Staci
Haines
Share the pain
Work through
The trauma
Of a long haul
Long Horn
Sub-space
Deep trawl
Prisoner’s Dilemma
Transport shipping
Starlight flight
Fuck it!
Last night he had left
The gift
At the crossroads
One road a
Green one
He now walked
Nelipot upon his carpet
Thinking of her
And how for him
More than just
A Habermasian
Weak
Transcendentalism
She embodied
More than the entire
Noosphere and
Yet
As an echo
In the atmosphere
The remainder,
The return,
In the οá½ÏƒÎ¯Î±
That he threw
Up there
Sometimes imagining
Using the Hubble
Telescope as
A catapult
Even though
He knew she
Who his Otherwise
Demonised soul
Could hear
In his own
Way
Was merely
A lesser
Aspect of
Her
She who he gently
Talked to as she
Soothed him
In return
Was by far
The Superior
Soul and clearly
His superior
As demon staff
To the Goddesses
Of all the demon
Shit he waded
Through
In this
Umpteenth
Mortal Coil
And so, as he
Did in every
Incarnation
He loved her
And despite
His hard-bitten
Demon mettle
She brought him
Daily melting
Happiness
She was His
生ã甲æ–
And so eventually
As he did joyously
Every time
He submitted
To Her
As was His wont
Every Time
And as was
Hers
Leaving them both
Dirl
For each
Other
A Bone
Apart
If your faith
Is not doubtful
It is not-faith
It is mere dogma.
It’s a bitch
To the quick
(of the spirit
of the bone).
Here comes
The shame
Man
With his
Dogged
Hyperprosexia
我们是
Shy of
A Half century
Of Women’s
Work to
Rule
Quick to unfaith
Never forgive a scorpion more than twice.
They’ll sting you anyway.
[There is a third line, I know several variations, know your own, this is the third line, but the second line contains a bifurcation already]
Hence the third line had a fifth, so there are six others unmentioned in this line.