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DAILY STUFFING

1. Erstwhile recompense comes hard earned and harder thrust*
2. a penny in the hand is worth countless ordinance battering rites of passage*
3. coming of age is seldom related to those purportedly perspicacious little underlings presumptuous cloakings of power to be*
4. those who position themselves with such outward blatancy are bound to be hung from the aeries of a thousand little ice palaces*
5. shatter the facade, you find the plush little accessory inside, it's weightless*

NOTES:

little is not to be seen in this context in terms of size, but rather a recurrent motif useful in both a rhythmic syntactic sense and also as a qualifier meant to add flavor and subtract overdubs, that is to say, possibly ludicrous "fenestration"

a series of proclamatory, rather too wound tight, vaguely syllogistic statements can be no substitute, and is quite possibly a lure away from, something more effectively genial

*Oxford St. tourist interlude/reverie
*somewhere between Sheehy/Blume, chronologically, stylistically
*Frank Rich: the doubletalk can be ineffectual
*earthquake weather: trust your spine's impartings
*you created Paris

most want(ing)ed

on this, the eve of our self imposed thrust forward, I remind all of you to take scrupulous care of your wherewithal, for, several things are unimpeachably certain:

1) that awards show was pretty, on the inside, and it relentlessly, unapologetically honored its participants
2) inside of you is pretty rewarding, in a relentlessly participatory way
3) there is a relentless award being offered for a man who may have been intimately involved
4) intimate involvement offers relentlessly cold comfort to a man
5) a cold man intimates relentless offers, ephemeral rewards
6) me talk pretty inside

I invite you to proceed with that knowledge with utmost care, and arduous, wellborne responsibility, for it will soon become clear who is meant to sway forth with forthright candor, and who is meant to subsume in the withering winds of public appraisal. I, for one, am not easily cowed. then again, my MO has been revealed: keep 'em swingin', in the aisles, pews, and most significantly, the aeries of those birds whose gaping maws rendered them vulnerable to worms dropped from heaven, or somewhere celestial

premature de-clara-lation

why must I hold aloft the efficacy of your intended result? what is the reason for forbearance from those scruples you so instruct me to? I brought a bottle of champagne onboard, you were relentless in your diminuition. this cannot possibly be fair. the crashing down, the sweeping under the rug of all we held dear, and all for that counterprogramming you so insidiously infuse. break down this wall! I exhort, and maintain joy in the face of your mortal bait and switch. I'm certain I'll see you with your tail hanging come midterms, but I don't rely on this for getting by.

an initial excavation

if I could explain exactly what is proferred here, well, then, I would be doing a disservice to the American people, they of the reputedly fallow, shepherded mindset, who (stop me if you've heard this one before) promenade ostentatiously toward their final welcome with a beatific, self fixated grin, or so I've been told. I cannot possibly facilitate such a vainglorious, ignominous pact. were I to do that, I'd have to cast off my presumptuously adopted holy vestments, and leap headlong into the yawning miasma of misbegotten intentions. that is to say, well, un bon weekend to you, sirs and senoritas, and, well, let's get on with this, shall we?

I can almost taste it