[Tangential] 020305-now

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Divergent doo wop.

Mutterings of a midas touch mark clock driven masses of forgotten vernacular
echoed in archaic verbatim.

Using common sense most definitely sequestered from
the soul-ridden, ragged rhythms developed from
native tongues arrested from the far side of one such digital planet
-- a third bass jumping rakim of gibraltar,
r-o-c-k-r-s-t-l-n-e-p-m-diamond devoted to the hustle of its
gangrenous son --
an ivory mansion,
haunted and silver spooked from wigged head to foot-bound toes,
revolutionizing its
parliamentary solar system and its
prime ministry of sound,
made republican enemies out of
philosophers
lost in space,
muttering sweetbackwater songs in
lost poetic unity.

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