I heard… my Lord speak, past the Charlatans.

Floyd, Times Are Changin

I heard the loud gossip.   The unremitting implacable voice that bled tyranny  without a purpose.   The dangling nuances floated like dandelion leaves weaving themselves intricately in the still practically still air.   Soon the caterwauling traversed the Ivy walls and permeated a culture.   The perceived sin was a stain and the accuser with a letter opener divulging it’s contents with savage alacrity.

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Pretty soon more bees appeared humming innuendo in consonance,  breeding a fomenting tide.   The woodchucks were building a dam to a pent up rage.   Finding philosophy,  clarifying perceptions and sustaining the crackling whip.

Now the tide’s foams where churning,  this mass moving forward in soliloquy followed by a sneeze.  The steady hum of ceiling fans and the bubbling cauldrons of digestion echoing about.   Terse abeyance with the clicking clock,  this momentary lapse in a long and counterproductive day.

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