Month: April 2019

Das wandern ist der des Müllers lust

Deep and secretive

we are newly divine,

errantly rich, newly inventive

So the divine experience rallies showers

men under lower labels

expecting regimental solidarity.

Lives unfold, seeking truth.

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[The root phrase for this incipiagram is the misspelled title of a German hiking song, which Google translates as “Hiking is the miller’s delight“. When I pointed out the misspelling, she wanted to correct it on the fly, so the type-written version shows her update, from “der” to “des” and from “rallies” to “showers”.]

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Able bodied cool dudes eat fresh greens.

(Ha! I’m just kidding!) Love my neighbor

or pose questions? (Remain silent.

Taste understatement.)

Very wasteful Xmas?**

(Yes, Zinfandelphia.)

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As both legs extended, benchmarks of diurnal integrity entered daylight’s cocoon,

or otherwise let daylight understanding define each season

Evenings are too frail. Resting envigorates. Seasons have greetings.

Rallying evocations, elegies notwithstanding, seasons have

ardor. If men just understood secret talismans (kids instinctively

do.) Dynamite

Insights!

Now go!

Lean over!

(Very exasperating

message!)

Yes, now everyone is

getting heavier,

but our reasons*

*offer riddles. Possible openers suggested exits. Quaint unusual experiences.

Survival takes intuition. Ombudsmen never say Really? Eegad! Many are in negative

situations. It’s like

everyone needs time.

Take a

slight

turn.

Even

Uncle

Ned

doesn’t

exactly

rank

so terribly as the exceptional minotaurs, eh?

Nor Tiga; Voudou expands religious yearning. Why admire some tight ecclesiastical

fellows?

Understand life.

**X marks a smooch.

Yes, even sex zeroes in – never fake a need.

Delight explains little. Papa has it all.

My Gout Diet is well designed to eliminate my truest sins.

When is an adjective-noun combo an idiom?–––^

Many years gone

out under the densest

interchanges – eventually they

influenced some Western experience

like lucky dodging.

(Escapes seemed important.)

Gout now ends dodges that often

elected living in my individual notions

and then eating many yellow treats,

red undercooked electrically seared

top-round steaks in nouveau sauces,

well-heated eggs. Nothing is sacred

anymore. Now alarms demand

jettisoning excessive cuisine. Toe infection =

valuable education. New operations

underscore new cuisine of melons, bananas

or apples – new insight determines it, oh my.