A part and apart from the Modernist man I sing.
On frankly discharged collegiates:
What the Hell?
And have I reverence for Hell thus? Am I Satanic for disbelieving in your polit-icon?
I will uncapitalize it, for you seem to hate money, and I do not hate you. I may not be well-versed in it but I have well versed on it, and bored I am. That is why I write prosodically. I have looked at Mina Loy unknowingly unknowing of the bitter lunar phase, and must, like with any astronomer, familiarize myself with their element, misnamed “earth.” That is reason enough to disagree with the Greeks.
Which brings me back to democracy. O! demogod, half-god in-the-making, have gods been the making you? I do not believe pro-Foundly, I believe profoundly and will not acclimate to the demography of your stenograph, you changing to front of your instrument from sifter to funnel – yet still the smallest only get through.
Might say you I have not traveled, but I say t’you my sort-of friend, many-times en’d, knew many times in his brain the situation of every Mappable. True, his now-friend said we should buy Quebec from Mexico to end the cartel, but, is that interesting – this friend was a traveler, went to Europe I believe.
I have had no strong feelings, but as the weakness osteoporous bone has strength still by relative aparthood, I am hard felt, and feeling. So what is my opinion, that I have tried numerously to become interested in the Government, see, like Hell I’ve respect for it. I am much afound in the synapse of porter-brain, fine whining and eating.
I’m sorry, but it’s still not appetizing, I claim.
