ah, the profundities...
of a late night's drinking.
there are patterns, and, if they be but of our own design, they are sufficient, if not to the day, then for the nonce (which may outlive mere solar phenomena).
i have begun my father's eulogy, however inapt the term, and many more minutes he may live. i shall be lauded for it, because, between ourselves, i'm a genius (believe it or not, i actually qualify for a place in an international "poetic genius" society!) - but to what end? literary agents, if such things truly exist, don't frequent graveyards, unless i'm ignorant of gothic genius publications, and my family aren't worth the effort. luckily, for all it's mattered, my genius is effortless. i'd consider an ode or elegy, but it would just confuse everyone. the ancients may have inhabited a golden age, but that left them singularly unsuited to advising future generations on praising the undeserving dead whilst burying them.
i had more clever things to say, but the crap phone browser revolts, as is, perhaps, props. ave atque vale.
there are patterns, and, if they be but of our own design, they are sufficient, if not to the day, then for the nonce (which may outlive mere solar phenomena).
i have begun my father's eulogy, however inapt the term, and many more minutes he may live. i shall be lauded for it, because, between ourselves, i'm a genius (believe it or not, i actually qualify for a place in an international "poetic genius" society!) - but to what end? literary agents, if such things truly exist, don't frequent graveyards, unless i'm ignorant of gothic genius publications, and my family aren't worth the effort. luckily, for all it's mattered, my genius is effortless. i'd consider an ode or elegy, but it would just confuse everyone. the ancients may have inhabited a golden age, but that left them singularly unsuited to advising future generations on praising the undeserving dead whilst burying them.
i had more clever things to say, but the crap phone browser revolts, as is, perhaps, props. ave atque vale.