The more critical the malcontent is, the more potent the restoring force. The origin of music is the inner ear. I’ll swim in synchrony or I won’t swim at all. I’ll swim in synchrony and wear a matching hat or I won’t wear a matching hat at all. 

What happens in a drunk or think tank stays there and the artificially intelligent have seven fingers on each hand. The self-selected skew the stats. It’s better to be contradicted by Walt Whitman than confirmed by Robert Frost.

Ubiquity of such small consequence, the precedent will be Position v Velocity. The deity will see you now. The deity will gladly pay you Tuesday for the sacrifice you make today. The naked interlocutor is carted off.

They lead me on a day-long chase to test my fitness and I’m thinking of a number between one and three. Of entropy, I ask, Is it soup yet or is it me? It’s in Gehenna as it is on Planet Seven, in Gehenna as it is on Planet Ten.

None dare call it frequency but frequency and frequency is speechless. You’ll get used to being a pariah, then you’ll see four vortices and live. How randomly selected your experimental subjects and your perp-walked suspects are! 

When I become a child I’ll put away my adult things. When resonance extrapolates imagination each equivalence relation is ad hoc. If only there were bite marks I’d have ID’d thirteen perpetrators before breakfast.

The unuttered is the balm of tertiary institutions and the mission statement is the bane. One chair is taken and the electronic music stops. The heart is tenderized by inner springs. I laugh preemptively and the world laughs preemptively with me.

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