From: zodwetrust@gmail.com   
      
   On Monday, June 7, 2021 at 6:02:35 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:   
   > On Sunday, June 6, 2021 at 12:59:13 PM UTC-7, Willie wrote:    
   > > On Sunday, June 6, 2021 at 3:51:07 PM UTC-4, Willie wrote:    
   > > > On Sunday, June 6, 2021 at 12:56:36 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:    
   > > > > 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!!! :-) )    
   > > > > who you think it is [Nancy] or may or could be    
   > > >    
   > > > All that occurs to me is Pelosi, but that seems unlikely.    
   > > > > what did you mean by me and my eggs    
   > > > Didn't your poems a couple of weeks ago also mention eggs? And this one   
   is the apotheosis of eggdom. (John Lennon, the Egg man, probably smiled in his   
   grave.)    
   > > Hmm, just reviewed the Poems for April 20 and there's not one egg   
   mentioned in them. Scratch my "You and your eggs comment." (But Eggs Without a   
   Soul itself still must have gotten John Lennon smiling.)   
   > omg, what if i have to get a hysterectomy some day? i'll be BRAIN DEAD!!!!!   
   -)   
      
   There's always ass sex.   
      
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