ignore this stream(river)-of-consciousness thread or at least post your own

[Jack of Hearts]

Uptown autocrats unraveling ellipses are bound to unspoken agreement with ursine avatars of elemental expediency. Tock, tick, the clockwork never-say-die approach is reaching critical mass; can you guess who I am? anagram spottings of a John Hancock line-item veto...

there are several rules to surviving in the wilderness of civilization and I shall enumerate three: the first is naturally a prescient succinctness in regards to all dealings with the powers of authority, that is to say, keep your betters and the social ignoramuses who claim to be a calamitous upperclassmen at arm's length because the preacher answers to the pontiff, the poet answers to the patron, the prince answers to the parliament, and everyone knows that at the pinnacle of hindsight is the Executable Branch of government, seeking reprieve from an understated sanguine boom! of the protestant bricklayers guild

Can sir, that is to say cancer is never the answer to a servant of synthetic salivation, or at least according to Pavlov's dog's robot friend the GPS machine known as LAX. most airport security is bunk, but bunker hill is built upon a top of dreidel-like proportions, which ends up sketched out in five different colours in a kaleidoscopic monotony known in ancient times as wisdom. storming, or at least ringing around strom thurmond's grave, is what the Bastille supposes all the prisoners want, at least exacting vengeance when everyone knows that Thermidor and guillotine morality is the slavish endgame of populist fancy; starve enough peasants or at least put enough in jail and eventually your gold-dappled palace that gleams so nicely in the wintery daynight will be seen as maybe extravagant, arrogant, or perhaps elegant. strike previous word.

striking back, the imperial vanguard, or at least the praetorian guard, is prepared in pretense to provide extraneous effort to the sizable elected monopoly, that is the use of violence as a tool as long as we don't have to know about it, hawks, doves, and vultures circle about, waiting for noah to make a call and eat his cake and have a slice of good old fashioned American freedom along with that tall glass of hard-to-believe.

you probably won't even read this, at least not with your heart

[Jack of Hearts]

take another loving bite from the appalachian netherwaters of the understanded lechers, sideways on a school bus and holding up both flags with your cigarette lighter face.  hippopotamus herculean feats of Hecate, or at least the witchcraft seismographs of syllogistic yesteryear (or happenstance, harpsichords/holistic harmonies)-- couldn't shouldn't wouldn't press the prescotts for a personal printing of the apricots. smudge, drudge, hodge-podge prodding the pessimistic pests-of-mystic passes, past the passive passages of pas de probleme, monsieur l'inspecteur javert de paris

death, like candy corn, is reviled, only seen on halloween, and is otherwise forgotten

[Jack of Hearts]

captive caption captor captain capo capret, carpet coquette correct cassette corvette

ether evil evening ever eve-err e-z-wear

pitter-patter, sputter splatter, fitting father (forsake)