Savvy Hump-backed Bell Basher (fe) probably vs. Benedict the XVI

She shed where the banshee is going evaporation follicle debris the shortest visible wavelength. A is after B ecause that shot bolted stout shouting fig ferocious water bogger (liberal) is a A LOT bigger than any of us here in the crowd today. We’ve come to honor the situation as it is. We come to exit in all the grandeur of all the things like a penultimate infinity shooting towards a singularity and all is taken over except the final possible amount. In penultimate infinity we find all the matter and meaning, more than the labels of feelings themselves but the actual exponent of the omnipotent component. The deity can make itself collapse for nothing but nothing cannot make the deity collapse, or erect itself for all the ‘thing’ we could know, or never know in the penultimate infinity. This can’t be a vain act allowed by phalangial steak or something that flows like a river with crimson element through what the mass thinks is only its’ own possession. And to think we are separate or broken or in need of symbol is just as temporary as the number on the clock that is always intermittent and punctual there, but only counts if we’re looking at that time of day or night, or hear the utterance of another’s presumably indubious recognition. The sun keeps his games in that area. From what we’ve told it to be, it became. Is that not a lopsided ratio of delegated sovereignty? "Pish posh," said the hard clipped sosh; and his chamber pot was promptly emptied into the streets of the Vatican.

2014

The cleaved wet obsidian slope that is adulthood's front yard,
crushed down and made obsolete by Nostradamus' terminating date,
two turns since shows a petrified Pompeii replay,
a quivering static gesture,
gray matter factory made matter of factually grayer,
Quanta cadavers composing the mantle tsunami and a final subjective thrust,

suspended weightless,

a mosquito in the sap of omnipotent insouciance

There once was a boy from Cameroon
He needed a bite to eat soon
The boy was so tender,
Starved, battered, and slender
That Death fed upon him with a spoon