Post by Ron Buck (halfshell) on May 29, 2009 7:36:23 GMT -5
Tipping the Scales
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I’m a legend in my own mindfulness. Ask
my numerologist, he knows more about me
than I do. I’m as socially bright as a new-mint,
vacuum-sealed penny, willing to risk all for nothing,
and primed to elaborate the misgivings of the tarnished
and boorish nickeled commonality. I am forever
sticking my thumb into the proverbial pie.
Ask me no questions , I will tell you no lies.
The square root of numb is the quark of dumb.
Minuscule meanders and focal abridgment
provoke a sliding disenchantment
with those who know better.
My one saving grace can only be found in the quantum
of paradox, where I might tip the scales and fall
wholeheartedly with my divestiture into protonic
parallel endings to my passive peculiar brilliance.[/size]
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I’m a legend in my own mindfulness. Ask
my numerologist, he knows more about me
than I do. I’m as socially bright as a new-mint,
vacuum-sealed penny, willing to risk all for nothing,
and primed to elaborate the misgivings of the tarnished
and boorish nickeled commonality. I am forever
sticking my thumb into the proverbial pie.
Ask me no questions , I will tell you no lies.
The square root of numb is the quark of dumb.
Minuscule meanders and focal abridgment
provoke a sliding disenchantment
with those who know better.
My one saving grace can only be found in the quantum
of paradox, where I might tip the scales and fall
wholeheartedly with my divestiture into protonic
parallel endings to my passive peculiar brilliance.[/size]
