March 28, 2022
A BESPOKE DOUBTING THOMAS AT RIVER ABESI.PART 7
Cadence summoned,coagulated a derisive nuance in aftermath of
charybdis cancerous honeymoon,with which he stippled Alupluto at
silvermoon.A solitaire by nature's spectrum will suffice it to
sourdough jubilant hills.No longer vent he his spleen on starry eyed
gypsies and the sporadic quixotic friction spouting Alupluto.Once a
theatregoer relished the melifluous theatrics of the tranced
velocity,nails him with the therapeautics of its theosophy.He
scribbles:'Are they the pretentious sapiens,a gregarious birds of
passage not thespians like
contortionists,conjurers,jugglers,acrobats,glove puppet and marionette
at the proscenium and scenery?Are they not too directors and gangway
generalissimo overlooking the stage from the yonder spotlight balcony
and box,to borrow a clue?Shall we gloss off existentialism as
gobbledygook,what wretched souls that we are.`He dubbed a triplicate
of the scraggly scrap heap,in the morn at River Abesi,trotted them to
fellow obstreperous fishmongers who plight his troth.Their gavel in
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