WriterJohnB
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I’m posting this here because I don’t want the evil doctor “M” to go any farther off the edge and he never looks at any thread but his own apparently. But if he follows, what the heck, I’m a Vietnam vet, an ex-cop and I’m used to shooting varmints.
What Happens?
What happens? What happens, when an inept, insignificant neophyte deludes himself that he is an undiscovered intellectual prodigy?
What happens? What happens, when he haphazardly spews symbols of an established and precise written language in a disarray that causes the language becomes disjointed and hallucinatory to any other human psyche?
What happens? What happens, when the maelstroms of psychotic pandemonium
aspire and fail to generate a coherent cogitation?
What happens? What happens, when it becomes too excruciating for him to differentiate between something bona fide and something surreal?
What happens? What happens, when he is both narcissistic and onanistic?
What happens? What happens, when he practices mental autoeroticism?
What happens? What happens, when he cannot spell apology,
and ignores his literary impuissance?
What happens? What happens, when he acknowledges the evaluation of erudite, accomplished, and yea, even lauded authors by retorting with premonishments of violent confrontation.
I see what I see, a tortured soul, an ill-fated beginning, middle and eternal bedlam of oblivious consciousness, who forever abide as a prerequisite example of obtuseness due to a phrenitically devoid capacity of intellect.
What happens? Shit happens.
See! It’s understandable, it just needed a minor rewrite.
What Happens?
What happens? What happens, when an inept, insignificant neophyte deludes himself that he is an undiscovered intellectual prodigy?
What happens? What happens, when he haphazardly spews symbols of an established and precise written language in a disarray that causes the language becomes disjointed and hallucinatory to any other human psyche?
What happens? What happens, when the maelstroms of psychotic pandemonium
aspire and fail to generate a coherent cogitation?
What happens? What happens, when it becomes too excruciating for him to differentiate between something bona fide and something surreal?
What happens? What happens, when he is both narcissistic and onanistic?
What happens? What happens, when he practices mental autoeroticism?
What happens? What happens, when he cannot spell apology,
and ignores his literary impuissance?
What happens? What happens, when he acknowledges the evaluation of erudite, accomplished, and yea, even lauded authors by retorting with premonishments of violent confrontation.
I see what I see, a tortured soul, an ill-fated beginning, middle and eternal bedlam of oblivious consciousness, who forever abide as a prerequisite example of obtuseness due to a phrenitically devoid capacity of intellect.
What happens? Shit happens.
See! It’s understandable, it just needed a minor rewrite.