The title of tonight's post was a personalized license plate idea, but of course the state of California has so many character limitations.
I tried to negotiate and get a plate composed of Diabl*w but civil servants are hardly yet trained to recognize the unseen metaphorical value in wildcard vowels. No witness could ever mistake the getaway car, I explained.
They have no stamps to represent the asterisk where the customizations are labored and honored. It is in the state prisons, you must understand, they possess no tilde, either.
The manager insisted I substitute a - hand, heart, star or + - I begged them, please ... use the + twice, 45 degrees at a time, with your most skilled prisoner overseeing the double heat-molding. No liberal would ever mind. We are friends. It is fine.
Yet, and always, there is bureaucracy to curb the most misunderstood and helpful ideas; freedom compress the rest; slime precedes shame.
What have we done - eats coast, wets coats - freedom compress the rest; slime precedes shame.
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Being smart is not good enough, so far. Not only is it not that, it's impediments, hindrances to the wagons, targets to lost arrows, fire near matches, in returning inwards, online obituaries, having no paper.
Such the blessed curse - anti-venom that begs for cures.
For this we love sores.
Horror screams to those who can't speak but can scream and scream.
Terror, silent, noisy,
crowded with void
Credit willingly annoyed.
Couples charges denied
it seems
I am the owner of this comic book shop. Fighting an animated partner. Bought and taught with arguments and insulting offers, disagreements in an unlit parking lot. Drive away with boxfuls of victorious colorful wounds. Many years beyond meeting, the strip mall is gone. Time is further and further away than me.
I am not a curiosity. I am like most everybody's curiosities, fast and molasses.
That is that and was just always there. Now it's here, now it's shown.
Shame is Time's son.
Easter's struggles are thus gospel.
Super:
More loco than a powering motive. More ing than ive.
I've much more verb than now.
Tranquilo, at this quiet moment:
I am only noun.
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