Game Arcade Of America © Surazeus 2024 11 29 If book on the table in dreary glade considers how the radio ghost works, the red-winged blackbird on the broken door might find the wolf girl on the river shore and show her where the library boy lurks, face half hidden in the innocent shade. When the red-winged blackbird returns from Hell, she hops on tattered pages of the book to calculate how long the city grows prosperous because of wild vaudeville shows where the princess falls in love with the crook who hides her memories in the rune-phased well. Ignoring sweet temptations of the flesh, I try to meditate under the tree that curls roots around the nuclear bomb while the wolf girl sings the reverent psalm in honor of our lost democracy purchased by the blind businessman with cash. Eternal return in cycle of change decrees that the Devil will rise again every eighty years to challenge World God who falls defeated with his justice squad over right to control the minds of men, which nobody else seems to think is strange. Shouting outside the tear-streaked window pane, she tries to explain to the startled ghost that he is the king who was never born because his mother is still picking corn and his father repairs winds of the coast while I play guitar in the winter rain. My son wants to refurbish empty church with statues of all famous scientists whose riddles help save mankind from disease, but I just want to sit in the cool breeze so I can trust reports of journalists whose truth is based on objective research. Assigned to design methodology we can use to implement global peace, wolf girl marries library boy at dawn so no one can play with him as their pawn till the Devil signs one-hundred-year lease to cleanse Notre Dame of theology. My secret book of code in dreary glade releases demons of change in the world who crush all institutions of state power to centralize government in one tower where Queen Rapunzel and the cosmic herald turn America into a game arcade.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus finds his fellow prophets against the empire spending all their money as they never quite win in the game arcade of America.
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