fast schism as cast stygmatism maddened by fall flowers blooming in March, we the few, the exceptional, the donned marionettes of collective shame past due upon the autistic powers of societal order have fallen fast asleep amongst the lillies of the field.
nowotImean?
otherwise how wilt thyamine and vigor lose time table calculators to the progressive nature of an ever changing tone and symbol of change? We ought not fabricate our curators to relinquished whims, when such high standards are bore by the politically correct in their ivory towers in dreams past and conservative staid sheepishness by the few, the proud, the sterilized of the herd.
So for this cause, and by reason of the hippo and the tide of angst that has swept us away into the gofigurine mode that besets our temperament, we now can merely hope for some savior of thyme and wait on tables of relish while we languish in linguistic linguinie without any alfredo or discourse to come.
why knot?
It still confused the butler and never sharpened the cutlery until the butcher and the baker were brought on board and plank to the dinning revelry. I haven't time to season and seasons of time, if regret has taught us anything it is that those meals on wheels never steal the show. Better a small corner, a few crumbs, and some peace and solitude to consider what course should follow desert than to desert the main course and train monkeys to run off with counseling the elders.
This is why we need to change, anyone can see it is a plight worth serving. Do we not trim our beards? Do we not pluck our eyebrows? Do we not cut our toe nails? Who doesn't cut their tow snails? If only once, let me ask, let me plead, to the sane and rational among you; why do we need this syrup? Didn't we have bacon yesterday? And what will tomorrow dream? A field of hope can not bring back the dead, unless the dead need some place to play... have we lost our way?
As long as we all sing to the same hymn, from the same page of the hymnal... I guess there is hope... why not hope?
Well, that's not what I meant to say, but what's the difference? It's all politically correct, isn't it? Why shed tears over hyperbole? We shall all rise to meet the future, axcept those who kneel to the past, and those who steal our present ... presently.