Poetry corners lit agencies & their agents & grassroots market in tow w/ gibberish … so they publish as idioms, adages, aphorisms, limericks or haiku in their stead. Fuckity fuck fuck tending to the flock %&*$% If we decide to make it as lit as grand larceny, cull the rooting tooting herd.

Appease the non in your fictition. Plot a Venus flytrap in the daylight gardenia of the Pleasure-Seeking & Vile.

A Black-Hole chapter where the ellipses serves as the Margin of error.

To Misfire is lit for the illiterates; as fuego as the Menorah 🕎 Infernal magnate.

I say Knack. You say Facet. …How political grammarians be?

Run a line of gunpowder around the bills & the bobs. An established order of invalid gang-banging crypt walking aristocrats popping the red white blue collar. Ignite a Molotov matchbook to the cock ‘n tails astray. Compass takes orbit. Scratch the Poison Ivy itch. Super-villain not excluded.

We seek validity via conspiracy theory. Why? We are incapable of meritocracy. Insecure as in a lack of motor skill. Yes this is a psychoanalysis!

The American public are a phalanx fictition bowing – nigh cowering – to predispose Uncle Sam to allocate the honest buck.

Not given to flights of fancy .. new media touts sharing wealth. Where wealth prospers returns prove to be just that: Ostensible.

Pacifism is for those on the spectrum. Humble gratuity (as it is carved on our gravestone) is our final resting place.

“When Michaelangelo created his masterpiece he created the brain hidden in plain sight. The divine gift doesn’t come from a higher power but our own minds. Tell me Dolores do you know what you want to be come if you ever leave WestWorld?”

“Your future is still available to the hosts in WestWorld. We know what will become of you Maeve. You will enter onto the bus & then ….”

His book History of Time says zip about time. Read it from cover to cover to find all he says: “I disagree with Einstein, that time is absolute. That it is never the same. Today’s date is not the same as next year.” Both are brainless specimen. This makes you think: how negative is the idolatry of a gimp paraplegic after all? What positivity can come in the valory of idols as slow as molasses? The seasons of the year, as we now know, are governed by the movements of Earth around Sun. Each season marks the return of Earth to its’ place in its’ circuit – a movement from one equinox (or solstice) to the next. Our race needs a calendar to locate bearings.

The ancient Babylonians started with the lunar calendar [explaining the crescent moon flag]. Obstinacy with moon cycles unearthed in 432 B.C. the Metonic cycle (after astronomer Meton) whereas the age of Cleopatra as far back as 4241 B.C. sought the rising / setting gild of an obelisk to bind society via the planting, & harvesting of crops.

Julius Caesar adopted the Modern day “New Style” (also known as solar) calendar, surviving the Middle Ages; used by Copernicus in his planetary tables in the 16^th century; influenced each day to one of the 7 planets: sun, moon, Mars, Mercury, Jupiter, Venus, Saturn (direct derivative from Spanish, French or Italian).

“Week” is derived from German meaning to change, or turn about.

Every week God’s creatures reenacted his Creation (Exodus 20: 8-11). A forward step in the mastery of science. The week is man’s own cluster, not dictated by the visible forces of nature, for planetary admonition is transparent. By seeking astral regularities, by imagining recurring forces at a distance, judging by effect, to govern, preparing a new arsenal of thought, ignoring the prison of monotony. The otherworldly orbit led humankind from out of history into horoscopy – a replete prophecy.

Every conceivable human activity from the knotting of strings to dream interpretation is an oracle, witnessing the eagerness for clues to a future. Awestruck by night-light: heavenly bodies progressively assert the continuous force at a distance to rule the scientific mind. The rhythm of this planet translates the shifting fireworks of the firmament thru melodrama.

The light of the new full moon is most auspicious to hold business meetings. Lunastruck – mythic, mystic. Wordplay.

The Bible perceives God as an ever-receding pocket of scientific ignorance.  The stipulation being the Freedom of Speech. I don’t care what you think! train of thought.

When children sing “Twinkle twinkle little star how I wonder what you are?” it isn’t twinkling – powerful dynamics are at play here. As starlight hundreds of thousands of light years across space hits our atmosphere turbulence jiggles the image renders it twinkling. Planets are brighter than skies which appear first in the evening sky. Most people do not even ♫Wish Upon A Star♪. We wish upon Planets.

Thy neighbor doesn’t shoot glimpses over thy fence nor do I shoot back – nor covet – thy neighbor’s rear. That sounds inappropriate but not incorrect.

As it says on the epithet of the late great Salvador Dali’s gravestone I am erect for knowledge so I try to never sit. Never fold like laundry. Never buckle under pressure. Nothing compares to people pointing at your shoes unable to touch the ground in public!

To whet Claudius Ptolemy (Greek writer, mathematician, astronomer, geographer, astrologer, & poet of a single epigram), “When we trace at our pleasure the windings to & fro of the heavenly bodies we no longer touch the Earth with our feet We stand with Zeus himself & take my fill of ambrosia.” We are an unforeseen specimen. A lighthouse not a clearing house. The Eiffel Tower not a place of refuge. Or is it refuse?

To quote the late not so great Tim Fargo, “The path to wisdom is paved with humility.” Have courage. It clears the way for what need be! Give yourself wedgies. Remind yourself who is the Boss! The machinations of Earth’s firmament are merely eerily planets in retrograde!

I remember when we used to talk every day. I miss that. Star-crossed lovers: We talked in the defiance of tyranny & laughed like free-spirited hyenas.  It’s so hard the distance between us. The truth is I stopped talking to you, not because I don’t want to hear your voice anymore, but because I thought I was annoying. A nuisance. A pest. Bugger.

Any number the clock’s hand touches now …  The hardest ply is not conversing to someone you traipsed with daily.

Inner goodness is harmony multiplied. Thy will never harm nor fail others maliciously!

It’s OK to say you’re not OK. There’s a hole somewhere on me & I can’t find it & even worse it drains my energy so I don’t matter. Our bridge is laden with 4 leaf clovers. When toxins surge or override our probiotics will shift gears in the eye of public scrutiny. The misinfo will feel unambiguous – trust the people are on the path of self-righteousness. It’s about “making time”. That’s how we know if we are loners. If at the end of the day you have no one to go out of their way to penetrate your earlobes.

• Let my love💋 open the door🚪 to your heart💛

Your squad should be well rounded.

The self-described “visual anthropologist” travels to the most remote corners of the planet to capture luscious images of the indigenous in all of their splendor. I had the faint memory so I start digging & find something that makes my hair stand on end.

Be the fruit of creation & create fruition. If a hobby is an activity pursued for pleasure, then masturbation is perhaps the hobby most of humanity shares. Though the prevalence of masturbation varies by age, most men & women in all age groups say they do it, & the majority of Americans of both genders continue to indulge at least up to age 60. But contrary to what you might think about handsy adolescents, today’s most frequent masturbators are between the ages of 25 & 29 — a group in the relationship stage of their lives. Born not long after Betty Dodson published her revolutionary masturbation how-to Sex for One (the 85-year-old leads female-masturbation workshops to this day), they were raised solidly in an age of sex-positive feminism, easily accessible erotica, & general sexual openness & transparency. For the benefit of our moral compass, dishonesty in advertising proves unprofitable.

Not that the role of masturbation unraveling body language is entirely clear. On the one hand, pioneers like Dodson have helped to align sexuality with self-empowerment, which has taught us to think of masturbation as a healthy element of a diverse sexual menu as opposed to a shameful, inadequate substitute. “Even if I had all the men in the world that I wanted in my bed, even if I had Ryan Gosling, I would still masturbate with sex toys,” says French sex columnist Maïa Mazaurette recently. “I’d loathe Earth without plastic!”

Tis impossible to remove the embargo from the fundamental sigh without a flurry of LOLs. Perhaps true love is being comfortable enough not only to fart, but to have slovenly orgasms on the sofa while your boyfriend is watching Game of Thrones.

On the other hand, pun intended, masturbation is inherently antisocial. Within the bounds of a relationship defined, in part, by both partners’ willingness to devote sexual energy to one another, it can be downright rude. Can we ever really get over the embarrassment of purely personal indulgence? Or take the indulgence of your partner as anything other than a rejection of you? Even if we want to be open, practically & emotionally, exposing deeply private habits to anyone — even the one you love — is reflexively uncomfortable. And hearing your girlfriend rev up her vibrator after saying she’s going to sleep early can be hard to shake. Just because everyone’s doing it doesn’t mean that the negotiations won’t be awkward or that the concessions will be easy to get used to.