7200
(the following
extrapolated
thought thread
exercised,
NOT utilized
to intimate
how Fats
Domino belied,
and wowed a
crowded house
as-sized).
as a former
ace procrastinator,
i abhor
putting off
doing what
best ought
to get im
mediate
attention bar
ring some
extenuating
dire circumstance,
sans mishap
with flying car
pet case
in point being
unexpected
a bomb
bin able crisis
necessitating
hypothetical
individual impossible
to re
main calm
while in
the process
(assisted with
good ole mom)
to hoist self
with one's
own petard,
which emergency
best warrant
a re ward,
otherwise if
fate doth NOT
require one
to break
from ordinary
business as usual
to enlist the "FAKE"
help of
a grenadier,
who
doth make
his/her
livelihood
risking their life,
and limb
without quake
king (obviously
compensating bravery
as he/she
doth stake
out mortal danger
with adequate adorn
ing mortal kombat
with ample
legal tender and/
or promising
first born)
for un
stinting mettle,
especially
tolerating accompanying
martial bari
tone horn
player screech
(like fingernails
scraping
blackboard)
in close proximity -
eliciting a scorn
ing glare
from soldier spy
tinker tailor
with a torn
smile
while trained
special ops
named Bjorn
incurs deadly
hazard from
one morn
to the next
amidst adversity
shouldering
care worn
Marine's motto
semper fidelis,
which unnecessary
loss of young life
predicated
on add
age, viz being
at the least,
a day late and
dollar short egad
inadvertently dooming
princely
valiant warmonger,
a mere
stripling lad
whose
mourning brings
heavy pallor
of sad
ness, which imagined
situation - aye
tangentially congruently
analogous by
and by to the
butterfly effect,
or sparrow's
swan song
i.e. die
destiny wrought,
when one
dost espy
a single
occurrence no lie,
(the flickr
ring, instagram
ming, kickstart
ting well nigh
linkedin shutterfly
of a butterfly)
say twerks
catcher in the rye,
hence no matter
how small,
thee or thy
can change
the course
of the
universe forever,
no idea
how nor why!
