Thursday, December 13, 2018
Saturday, December 8, 2018
The Long Way Around
THE LONG WAY AROUND
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| foiagetbanded |
a fool can but see the key. but a scholar knows
that liberty is only for those that keep the hinge
well oiled. a tyrant can but see the room beyond.
but it takes aptitude, lighting the dark maze of
rooms and doors, to know that freedom is only
four minutes long.
when a man of knowledge mounts this 4 minutes into another 4 minutes, he's already quite certain that to do so, relinquishes all the dependencies noosed about his neck. he is no longer a victim of his own folly. -das landstuhler 2017
when a man of knowledge mounts this 4 minutes into another 4 minutes, he's already quite certain that to do so, relinquishes all the dependencies noosed about his neck. he is no longer a victim of his own folly. -das landstuhler 2017
Friday, December 7, 2018
Thursday, December 6, 2018
Caught Up in the Moment
- - - - Caught Up in the Moment - - - -
wounded hawk, in her frailties will miss,
the target so known musing but just a kiss.
she keeps her head high, but the death is too strong.
in her head she was counting every second too long.
she gasps with a sigh, "yes, soon i'll be well".
but the morning thus finds her, rudely thrust into hell.
with an eye she sheds moisture, what else could i do?
now the vultures do gather, to split up her brew.
perhaps if i sang to some god up above?
but the verdict encountered not even a shove.
it can't be too late! she flitters and frowns.
how could it be so, deep under the ground.
ha ha, ha ha ha. I laugh at their scorn.
only friend now the filth, that has ravaged and torn.
the dull pounding has sharpened, the pulse has grown nigh.
the cough will not ebb, like a desert when dry.
now thrown from heaven, just one thing to do.
she'll wish on her grave, that she could have known you.
but alas now a prisoner, she'll learn to forget.
all the pain and the sorrow, all the mortal regret.
and if on one day, in the darkness and doom.
she finds in her tart, the splendors that loom.
it will dawn such the sparkle anterior event.
and that's when thought uplifting, she'll seize whom was sent.
(C) 2017 das landstuhler
the target so known musing but just a kiss.
she keeps her head high, but the death is too strong.
in her head she was counting every second too long.
she gasps with a sigh, "yes, soon i'll be well".
but the morning thus finds her, rudely thrust into hell.
with an eye she sheds moisture, what else could i do?
now the vultures do gather, to split up her brew.
perhaps if i sang to some god up above?
but the verdict encountered not even a shove.
it can't be too late! she flitters and frowns.
how could it be so, deep under the ground.
ha ha, ha ha ha. I laugh at their scorn.
only friend now the filth, that has ravaged and torn.
the dull pounding has sharpened, the pulse has grown nigh.
the cough will not ebb, like a desert when dry.
now thrown from heaven, just one thing to do.
she'll wish on her grave, that she could have known you.
but alas now a prisoner, she'll learn to forget.
all the pain and the sorrow, all the mortal regret.
and if on one day, in the darkness and doom.
she finds in her tart, the splendors that loom.
it will dawn such the sparkle anterior event.
and that's when thought uplifting, she'll seize whom was sent.
(C) 2017 das landstuhler
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Fingerprints of das Landstuhler
these fingerprints show the very rare arches on all 10 fingertips. before the cut on the LEFT INDEX [seen anteriorly], this was not a radial loop, but an under-tone of arches that line closer to the fingertip. for it to be only a radial loop, none of the print should surge over the side insertion. in a very studied sense, this type of over-the-insertion manifest of the radial loop, is actually more rare than the arch, not less, which would be 1 or 2 out of 100, depending on the digit.
Fingerprints of das Landstuhler
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