When looking into the eyes of the unpredictable, the realm in the unexplained can be unbelievable, is that unreasonable. When you put forth the hypothesis of your choice, what’s unknown is if integrity still has a voice.
My mind ponders over the kinetics in magnetism, the dynamics in the energies required in keeping my equilibrium, or is this all mental mind mush the prelude to the on set of late-blooming autism.
I’ve watched this extreme evolution, the depth of the decay in my encroaching destitution within this inevitable resolution, the IRS is demanding restitution! confiscation is their solution.
So I sit on my porch temperate from the tremors of starvation, this salvage saturation of sensory overload that is hyperventilation. The loom of this unholy symbiosis between the great people of this land, here comes the Tax man.
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