From: goldarachel@gmail.com   
      
   On Saturday, June 5, 2021 at 11:56:44 AM UTC-7, Willie wrote:   
   > On Saturday, June 5, 2021 at 12:28:58 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:    
   > > i don't know what's wrong with me. i did this in two seconds.   
   (ykwim...)(but then kept fiddling with it here)    
   > > Eggs without a Soul – An American Tale / for Nancy    
   > > The nagging question remained.    
   > > What to do, with the secrets    
   > > lying buried,    
   > > and carried,    
   > > in the as yet undiscovered hollowed Mind    
   > > of the cosmic biblical Queen,    
   > > that the King himself could never reach;    
   > > Mystic cage of Magical flesh,    
   > > Containing all the Colors    
   > > of their covenanted crafted rainbow −    
   > > Archaic Arc of mis-assumed Anarchy,    
   > > costly Sacrifice −    
   > > of cultivated Wizardry    
   > > Hysterical Deer in armored terror,    
   > > trapped in nature’s Fashioned Harry −    
   > > Spring’s Tornado’s incisive introduction    
   > > to an intrepid whirling dervish Set in motion,    
   > > caught in every Stolen Headlight − frozen    
   > > Locked in taut,    
   > > Dizzying,    
   > > Touched Tail spin    
   > > Plummeting back down to Earth again    
   > > the Shell of a Myth,    
   > > Cracking up −    
   > > former captive of their Broken Cup;    
   > > Another firing, cocked misfit corrupt;    
   > > A shattering, fantastical exploding −    
   > > of calculated Chaos, Eroding;    
   > > Conceived in hidden constituted Alchemy −    
   > > Kaleidoscope crystalizing    
   > > all too clearly    
   > > she herself dismembered    
   > > in Hallowed insanity    
   > > Caught within a cloudy illusion;    
   > > The scattered cacophony    
   > > of confusion −    
   > > A concealed crazed AlphaBet delusion    
   > > a Battered Heart which could never hold    
   > > the incontestable power of Gold −    
   > > it could never hold Water, and was,    
   > > Sooner or Later,    
   > > bound to dissolve    
   > > Opulent Obtuse Opinions    
   > > into Flipped,    
   > > undeniable Facts −    
   > > Strangers in a sad forsaken Land    
   > > Sunflower’s turquoise Turreted Tower    
   > > sinking Lifelessly, in the sand    
   > > like Humpty Dumpty falling,    
   > > tumbling,    
   > > all down into pieces...    
   > > He fell off that formidable wall −    
   > > foolish choked Irresistible Gull −    
   > > Fissured skull of a fractal Plan,    
   > > she fell straight in to    
   > > the Frying pan − Yolks, bubbling,    
   > > with melted Butter...served UP    
   > > with sizzling Bacon Crisps:    
   > > Sculpted glamorously    
   > > into Royal Strips −    
   > > slid shimmering,    
   > > Onto our Smelt Plate:    
   > > Global Grand Slam at a Reduced Rate    
   > > they turned her into eggs Over Easy:    
   > > All to the delight −    
   > > of her dearest Companions, so Greasy.    
   > > Just one Caveat − of which to be aware    
   > > If you can, remember, please    
   > > Handle With Care.    
   > > Anybody care for Brains?    
   > >    
   > > Ẅ   
   > You and your eggs. This is brilliant, certainly inspired. "Fissured skull of   
   a fractal Plan." Who is Nancy?   
      
   do you mind if alter my forthcoming policy of "trying to be polite and super   
   nice" and almost always (99.999% of the time) attempting to answer questions   
   directed at me directly, this time by inquiring gently, as to who you think it   
   is or may or could be    
   ? (bob does that. i think we're all here cuz we like him...right? like jd   
   said....we're among friends?)   
      
   also, what did you mean by me and my eggs... ? (that made me a touch   
   sensitive...to be open and frank (oh ha ha, very funny) with you...)   
      
   thanks,   
   your friend (i think?),   
   rachel   
      
   ps i'm very mad at myself, too, furious in fact, these sloppy editing jobs   
   (today's mortifying version, no, just walkin;, not morty, i do are killing me,   
   it was so bad, not to mention google getting annoyed too, making it all messed   
   up in color. i think    
   i should go back to the poetry workshop. i'm sending myself back to the   
   remedial group, ha ha ha, just kidding, personal opinion and all!!! :-) )   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)