From: roach4994@gmail.com   
      
   On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 10:48:16 AM UTC-7, Willie wrote:   
   > On Tuesday, September 7, 2021 at 3:10:47 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:    
   > > The Hysterical Bride    
   > >    
   > > Metallic Pinballs, Sharp and Shiny,    
   > > were First-Fisted, locked in,    
   > > Coiled Springs laying in wait    
   > > for a driven Tail Spin;    
   > >    
   > > Pulled Back, then shot out,    
   > > like a Bumper Car ride,    
   > > Darting madly across    
   > > the Spread-Eagled Sky −    
   > >    
   > > Destiny reigned down    
   > > her Torrent Complete,    
   > > door slamming,    
   > > the Pounding of bare-naked Feet −    
   > >    
   > > Primordial Bolts, from the Power    
   > > of Hammerings,    
   > > Startled, the deer,    
   > > these Thunderous Clamorings.    
   > >    
   > > the Devil opened his door    
   > > to Light up the route,    
   > > Leaving Directions in there,    
   > > They mapped it all out;    
   > >    
   > > Our concocted Potion    
   > > of a Best of Luck Chain,    
   > > Soldered together    
   > > with gold Silver Rain −    
   > >    
   > > Meet Ma’s Modern-Day,    
   > > Midwestern,    
   > > ‘Lectric Lightnin’ Loops,    
   > > The ceremonial conjoining    
   > > of a new Chicken Coop −    
   > >    
   > > See our Rough, Rowdy Roller-Coaster    
   > > Masters at War,    
   > > delight in the Plight    
   > > of these Sisyphus whores;    
   > >    
   > > Trapped on a Ping-Pong    
   > > back and forth journey −    
   > > With a cry and a moan    
   > > Begins their Bipolar Tragedy.    
   > >    
   > > We’re passing out tickets,    
   > > across the Great Divide    
   > > a new revolution,    
   > > with God on Our Side −    
   > >    
   > > a Royal inborn    
   > > freshwater Splash,    
   > > their ancient Spiny White River    
   > > is Tapped:    
   > >    
   > > Released it goes Streaming    
   > > through the air waves of Sages,    
   > > Tearing over chiseled Red Rocks,    
   > > it Ravages, Rages.    
   > >    
   > > Through narrowing Caverns it Echoes,    
   > > It pleads and It screams:    
   > >    
   > > Count    
   > > the Ticking of Clocks...    
   > > Watch    
   > > the karma of Dreams −    
   > >    
   > > They Crashed all Contorted    
   > > into our own Lake of Fire,    
   > > Twisted and Blistering,    
   > > reporting, “Shut up, Don’t cry!”    
   > >    
   > > The Battle Call rang out,    
   > > remembered,    
   > > A splattering refrain    
   > > The exquisite Luxury of Boredom,    
   > > Tedious, and Plain −    
   > >    
   > > Haunted and cut-up,    
   > > By her own harrowing Snake Hues:    
   > > The lost diamond ring    
   > > of our Dauphin in blue.    
   > >    
   > > An empty chasm of Amusement    
   > > for a Stately Royal few    
   > > Just another fucked-up Deranged    
   > > Schizophrenic Jew −    
   > >    
   > > No choice left, nothing to Do    
   > > But to Sing;    
   > > A Perfectly Executed    
   > > Cult murder Sting.    
   > >    
   > > Ẅ   
   > A most excellent poem. I think "Chimes of Freedom" came a-visiting for parts   
   of it. Also, weirdly, "Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite" (in your lines that   
   start with "Meet," "See," and my favorites:   
   > Count    
   > the Ticking of Clocks...    
   > Watch    
   > the karma of Dreams −   
   > And the Beatles might have crept in again in the the "No choice left,   
   nothing to Do" lines, from "Good Morning Good Morning":    
   >    
   > Nothing to do to save his life, call his wife in    
   > Nothing to say but what a day, how's your boy been    
   > Nothing to do it's up to you,    
   > I've got nothing to say but it's OK    
   >    
   > Glad to see the juices are flowing.   
      
   that's a completely insane hypothesis. i am not even familiar with more than   
   half of the sources you quoted. this is utterly absurd, william.   
      
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