Memcon – short form for memorandum of a conversation
He saw his true love for the first time as she came down the hill, hips rolling to the rhythm of summer’s smiles. Fate watched the encounter with the eyes of a stone owl, as events drifted in the gentle warm breezes of anticipation and uncertainty.
Kakistocracy – a state or country run by the worst, least qualified, uninformed, or most unscrupulous citizens.
In such a state of things, to be accused is to be condemned—to protect the innocent is to be guilty; and what perhaps is the worst effect, even men of better nature, to whom their own deeds are abhorrent, are goaded by terror to be forward and emulous in actions of guilt and violence.
In the 1838 Memoir on Slavery, U.S. Senator William Harper compared kakistocracy to anarchy, and said it had seldom occurred.
The beauty also turned her engagement ring around for the camera to show she had sealed the deal. – a recent spam comment from a dubious source.
Is the table-space a vase on Tuesday?
I went to bed for the fourth blue.
Bring foreign tears to the willows.
Gather up scattered facts,
strip them of context
till they are smooth pebbles
to fill empty voices.
Please select stock.
I had to go to bed on the unsettled market.
I,…. I did. That’s it.
There is the first blue or another.
I chose to stay in the blue rain championship.
Did you see the market in the selected conflict ?
I am sleeping in a void.
I am rain.
Use it instead of thinking.
Spurs have sent their crooked ace back to his former club Roma for treatment on a hip problem. – a recent spam comment from another dubious source.
You are paying attention.
Have another Champions League.
I will price the feet.
Has it been blocked?
There are few monarch butterflies this year – severe weather patterns have disrupted their migration. Their absence feels like a broken ice shelf drifting across the summer garden. Hopefully they shall return,…….
You are paying attention.
It must be fair to take the first leg of the price of an empty Prince Bed.
Have you taken it?
Be calm in the green forest fair –
ask not of whispers slipping in shaded groves.
The owls have turned to stone,
as the wyrd weather winds through the sky.
Thinking of rain – cast the lour card.
Prince of another park,
steps along the path,
tears give counsel.
Before I sleep in bed,
I rain on Wednesday.
I warn you, as a sleep champion,
Collision Thursday, gap-gap.
In a festered rotary cut, two epistle bravuras to use to sleep seven – green thinking before rain awakens Norns.
You and the table.
This is the fourth truth buoyed to reduce sleep
– When you sleep on green, it is green.
I crossed the country in my dreams until now –
It is quiet.
Now, I will sleep in the forest in the next someday tree. The sighing boughs wait for hope to nest there.