There’s an insinuation that we’ve all been sending OurSelves UP, u-p… and.. a——-“wayFUCKINGhey(!)” The sense of ferociousStressandStrength seems to have admitted to its own– ebbingNOWdefeat.. deflated and these particularTales have been rAdiCaLlYAUTOMATIC, indeed; to deathlyDesiretheMomentaryDemiseIS to bring withTHEM.. a sense of s-t-r-e-n-g-t-h:: so extremely spontaneityDriventhatWEshallALLget to seeAND SEIZE/// “many a thing, actuALLy.” They please themselves WITh this s-p-i-f-f-i-n-gSenseOfSILENCE..
And they A-R-E extremely weary/WARY AND, above all else, circumstantially qualified–
to aLtEr ManyOfMOST=things.. The TallestOrderKnowntoANYman has been– this wonderFULLY detailedState ofRoundaboutHERE PLEASANTRY.
