"They require that when a personage talks like an illustrated, gilt-edged, tree-calf, hand-tooled, seven-dollar Friendship's Offering in the beginning of a paragraph, he shall not talk like a negro minstrel in the end of it. But this rule is flung down and danced upon in the Deerslayer tale." -Mark Twain
"Much Madness is divinest Sense--
To a discerning Eye--
Much Sense--the starkest Madness--
'Tis the Majority
In this, as all, prevail--
Assent--and you are sane--
Demur--You're straightway dangerous--
And handled with a Chain."
-Emily Dickinson.
A war fought on the strangest brown carpet, that which was set in dye as Apocalypse Now brought forth the eulogy of the 1970s, that which was well-worn, second-hand, and trod to utter sh*t and back, perhaps the color of beshizzle, nizzle, perhaps the color,
and our interlocution the form; I fought a war, because the world would not set a stand for me.
Cruelest guile and dismal fortitudes beset those who had felt dewkiss and pleasant feverfew, horehound and such, and other niceties of the provinces.
Ah, yes--Mister Doug asked better diction of me, mayhap.
I was not barking at the moon, but conversely barking about the moon, the cheeseball of the heavens, the great home of little green men, of which sonnets were composed: lacrymose, and vinyl.
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