Thursday, 29 December 2016

Creodes' Cannibal roads

Though my Thought was decidedly not a Daedalus too dazzled its own maze to escape
But such noble rot as- 'Dionysius' just deserts yet sweeten the grape.'
Even so, I dug my grave with fork and knife. Ah! it gapes for me now I sicken
How bitter to feed, life after life, a sole, self-staling, battery chicken!

Prince! Value is Work's kinetic breeding turbulence in viscosity
As Creodes' cannibal roads sire Seigniorage on Reciprocity

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