#1
I feel as if I’ve been treading water of late, and as such, I’m selling the ranch. Anyhow, the following piece was written during July of last year, and is primarily concerned with…

tightrope typography:
the arbitrary doyens of
fallacious complexion…
perpetually soaked
in gin perked rum…
inelegantly smeared
across glass bled eyes…
purely out of interest…

the bluish flaccid
moonlit regatta:
whistled and sold,
whistled and cleansed…
privy to atonal acronyms
and consummated progress…
as quiet as he ever was,
purely out of interest…
Incisive inklings of proper piss are unsuited for the quill…
#2
Shit. Sorry, i never realised the one you were linking me to was a different piece!

Right, the "dot dot dots" are pointless, and really don't need to be there. But, according to routine, your diction is suitably lavish.

Sorry, but i'm not feeling so great right now - i'll try and get to this soon.
#3
The ‘dot, dot, dots’ (so to speak) are there for a reason, well a rather flaccid reason, but a reason nonetheless (in order to dictate a languid pace). Whether or not they are successful in said quarry, is neither here nor there, well, at least in regards to the thematic quandary in which I’ve lost my soul.

Cheers mate. I look forward to your musings.
Incisive inklings of proper piss are unsuited for the quill…