Kings Play Chess Or Feel Great Stress. Phylum in a class of his own, order words to impress facts into his family's memories. Capable of anything, yet origin is as specs. Life is cheaper than talk. We sleepwalk so as not to deepen the shock. So how do we confront it? Don't want it in the pit if your stomach and what you postpone is most prone to call back on the ghost phone. Always got my number as I creep up the block. Hard to keep up. People weep when I rock. Rulers make wolves look like sheep in the flock. “You sank my battleship,” said dude who drank my stank asshole drip. News flash: your crew's trash. I'm gonna go out on a limb, hang off the end, pull a hook out a mouth, and throw it back out to swim to the scene of the crime. The meaner the rhyme the more it cleans up my mind. This beautiful stupid skill teams up my spine. Autorespond: “Whaddayawant?” Thanks in advance to the banks for the spanks in the pants. Rest assured, I'm the crested bird of nested words, homes. To each his own til sun bleaches endless trenches of meat n bone.
Meat keeps its own enemy with bone deep identity. It’s that hardened shell that starts to smell. At one time, it guarded me well. But maladaptive strengths turn to captive feints and you become your own warden in hell. The term human nature must bloom in stature. When my reptile’s kept silent, there’s more room to mature, as an adult and as species. Distractions need cheat sheets. Eat beets before you get a double mastectomy
Active intention that’s that habit of ecstasy. To be fully human is the same as divinity. Why would someone else if I won’t give in to me? I reverberate from a murderous invertebrate to perfect mate. Don’t even go there. Full disclosure: I pull out my nose hair. A septuagenarian repped an American arrogant kleptos expected slept on and buried then woke up in utopia. Presto, librarians turned knives to envelope openers
Leaders wrote letters everyone’s hoping for. A word to the wise: First prize is that person averting his eyes. A burden to loved ones. It hurts, I can’t lie. Curtain rises on freaks, suits and ties in their seats expect unique performer back to normal by working week start. Sweetheart, streetsmart mnemonics for life. Economically stated canonical phrases raised to your conscience then gone quick. In a nutshell, butts smell. All kidding aside, I’m hitting my stride. And in the final analysis, my vinyls cause vaginal calluses and spinal paralysis.
Birth. Death. First breath. Sperm squirm. Compete to complete term (year). Instinct steers tiny worms
to egg (ovum). Drove ’em through birth canal. 2-hour trip, breadth & girth of gal. “Last sperm’s a rotten egg!” First one shall wend way in membrane, lay DNA in centa. It. Bubbles. Splits, doubles. Say “blastocyst” past the 6th day. Then brain sends lanes to form placenta. “Embryo, lemme know!” say shocked couples. Quadruples, octuples, for a time unseen. At 2 months, size of lima bean called “fetus.” Clitoris stays as-is or morphs to balls and penis. Heartbeat's a flashing pixel. So little, car seat's drizzle. Fast forward 2 trimesters, declutter, time-test nester, break water. Water break! Chew on ice chips. Nice hips, steer south. Vice grips, awful. Soft skull crowning. Clear mouth, no drowning please. Rotate head 90 degrees. Legs spread eagle, knee pull. Ovum oven open. People!
Just dust. Last breath. Past death. Fresh corpse. Gas left. Livor mortis. Shrivelled tortoise. Turn blue. Lividity. Give it a description. Slips into rigor mortis. Stiffer orbits. Hold your horses. Algor mortis. Cold old orifice. Change in pH balance. Cells lose structural integrity. Autolysis. Putrefaction. Cooch inaction. Microbes blister like globes. Someone cover this guy with night robes.Leads to bloat like an airship. Maggots implant. Skin and hair slip. There, strip, where flip to active decay. Period of greatest mass loss.
If on grass lots, cast-off fluids kills surrounding grass moss. Decomposition island. Pile on for advanced decay. Once handsome face kills surrounding grass moss leaving only dry remains. I.E., no eyes or brains. Vegetation resurgence. That escalated fast. Fat blades of grass stand strong. Teeth desiccated last.
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