tarnished ware

gold becomes copper, yellow somewhat but the buyers smell some thing off smells fishy. a hook and a wriggling life don't end me! it is a folklore when such things still existed for modern convenience wipes away treasured wisdom now taken as liability. a short story, how can i tell it all? said the mouse to the rat eager to bicker on who got there first to take the cheese - what cheese? dilution, insolvent, power let's transform a ill gotten wealth. because apparently today. this current is all about status quo. it happened, it must be right. inertia. don't talk back! dam pressured. i warned you. dam breaking damn. water floods the brains gone soft. what's your name again? an incredulous man ask a not so stranger whose bracelet fell and broke to a thousand pieces. woe to me! she exclaims. but all i heard was a frightened gasp because the rat carried disease and not the mouse but the light was dim, and she did not dare to make a decision, it was uncertain. there, the fault line is seen says the judge who is myopic but power is inertia. oh golly, sadness is psychological you, need help help does not come but jurisdiction ends here " i'm innocent " says the judge to the juries looking confused because this is NOT how inertia moves. damn it! juries spat with each other when conventions challenged what is apparent, a child of 8 could see it vibrant like - adults they grew smart in one direction - mass weapons of destructions eh \ i am right. nods come about. whatever. whatever. whatever till the dams bloodied up. coagulated sticky sickly stories all because human perception is o F F THE MARK. does not change an out come of dignified whatever taken as absolute. the philosophers argued in dirt, psychologist they continued to dish out - this is not about flipping burgers, our game is non linear. hey! i said. that's the point isn't it? it can be whatever now when meat burgers roast, flamed fire while non linear gets to cash in! non linear, true, truth doesn't mean crap. with dams bursting and a yellow metal has lost it's value. woe, woe the unicorn said to the pony without a horn. i suppose all it takes is testosterone, all that wave, all the gusto, all that confirmation such a titan and i am still doubling over with this joke no one finds ludicrous.