Ptoleymon!

Book intent – “the sequence of operations starts at the apex of the hierarchy with the intention of conveying the idea or message. But that idea is as often as not of a pre-verbal nature; it may be a visual image, a feeling, a vague impression.”

Onomastics – “the study of the history and origin of proper names, especially personal names.”

And so, with only a vague impression of what I wish to communicate, the sequence continues with the living God adorning all apices.  Live free (from sin) and die happily, “but this people who knoweth not the law are cursed,” (John 7:49) so through right-mindedness lives may be free from suffering and all anxiety of free speech and clear conscience seeking glory that sent me?  A mental midget in stilettos with a spastic colon and a tin twat came traipsing down the causeway.  Hipposticks!  Mastodon Nostradamus, “once you’re on the road and you have an idea of what to expect when transporting yayo, the borders and boundaries become seamless.”  Terminally determined pachyderms fucking with the brainwaves of fortunetellers and almanac maniacs in inglorious frames.  American war for attention, an English pickle, a Jersey grenade, and a Mexican standoff.  Thoughtful industrial gas holdings, bacterial digestives, acetic kombucha, onomatopoetic boom-stick, scribbling sounds, “they grow like flowers, there’s so many of them, but there’s only so many of them,” farming dreams (wide awake), speaking acronymic matrices, fa-fa free-form associative smoosh.  “There’s something bigger happening, fibril tickles, PT murmurs, fool’s Austicks (alternative gold bars), vitamin $¢hool...” buzzing on potions lightyears ex machina.  Metagnomic stereotypes, comic elegance over café sax.  Buzzing breezes from humming bees intrigued by my Old Speckled Hen, suds handicapping, mixed judgment to questionable acts bleed condensed sweat full of salt and Fe.  Private ear bass parting radial Sun king-of-all-media out-of-control in Japan.  Christian Pong-a-Long, romantic euxyl, rock currier, and French fatigue, the mere attempt at excellence is what separates most people from attaining their goals…banging Asiatic broads for some soldiers, existential ideals from other mindful men, and then there are some who enjoy being engulfed by their projects.  Acting lightly in the dark, American deviants enjoying American football socially and mischievously distance themselves from the competition with some commercial slogan, “Tortelli Suant Simmons banging mothers Zappia, wound-up, spilling neuro seas of salty sentimentality and elegiac stridency with the pipe of Prometheus,” and there’s certainly a pill for sexually diseased personalities?