Multidimensional Analysis

Transient pain in the right upper quadrant. Unremarkable impression.

A simultaneous astrophysical kinetics of velocity, displacement, acceleration and time. An incomputable relation.

A unexplainable abrasion on the left cheek with no remarkable social history. Unremarkable impression.

A mathematical simulation to determine the shortest distance travelled between an infinite number of destinations. Postman’s paradox. An incomputable relation.

Incoherent babbling of displaced words upon rest. An unusual and abrupt change to intelligible speech when addressed directly. Chronic lacrimal dryness. Unremarkable impression.

A combinatoric analysis of multiple series to elucidate the existence of multiple dimensions. Unusuable numbers. Divergent series. An incomputable relation.

A chronic twitching of the eyes. A phasing in and out of walking into stones in the sky and lava. Hysteria. No social history. Unremarkable impression.

An unremarkable impression is an incomputable relation. Relationship cannot be proven deductively. Evidence is lacking. Voices are too quiet. An incomputable relation.


A lexiconic gimmick.

A gesture for a jester.

A moment’s time worth little to an emptied vessel but a ruse for the broken.

A smile provoked when a snarl is better suited.

A childish play for an unenlightened fool.

A hawk amongst denizens instilled with oblivious idiocy.

A proper impropriety.

A torrent of drought amongst salivating complaints.

A sour fruit growing in the middle of sugar canes.

A rose that grows thorns without flowers.

An indescribable fear amongst the fearless.

A negative reinforcement for positive reinforcement.

A scented unscented soap.

A poor sap that could not have known better than to mind his own business.

A hello amongst sleeping passengers on a train to nowhere.

A description of nowhere.

A loss of voice.

A restriction.

A blessing

A curse.

A new you for only $99.99.

A pain.

A love.

A life.

A sun.

A line.

A Plebeian Scholar’s Plea

A gown is much too heavy
for the minuteness of existential significance,

But a hoodlum’s garb is much too light
to hold the surge of alacrity in defiance.

While not bound by the intricacies of houses
to live with integrity and benevolence,

There are layers of omnibus auras
that direct from mere ambivalence.

While not voiced as the journeyman
that is so desperately sought,

There is enough of the Renaissance
to join the battles that need to be fought.

While there are Oxfordian intellects
that cast shadows upon us in their light,

A humble flame flickers in a shorter wick
when called upon in an unfortunate blight.

Quietly, in hiding,
pondering beyond the plebeian life,

We await in light slumber
until we are called upon in moments of strife.

While our body, mind and soul
dissolve in effervescence,

The spirit of our work
shall keep us warded from evanescence.

So hear my plea, dear cognition,
for we live to serve the greater intellects,

What keeps us in existence
is the very thing that destroys our prospects.


Vanilla Tincture

Taken aback by pungent odour, it’s hard to regain your composure once you’ve found a beautiful discord. A cacophany of sorts, or a rude awakening. Or perhaps a sad state of affairs.

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