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Fata Morgana !
Crunch the numbers and look at the data. I’m like:
Measurable outcomes for pleasurable incomes—
incorporate outsourced inhuman resources in-house. I’m like:
indicators for vindicators.
It’s all about the data, mama—
so man up, sit down, and move forward
like hard apps on software, like ram on a gigabyte. I’m all:
sit up, move down, man forward;
benchmarks as milestones, stone benches as mile-markers
measuring the change-talk: obstetric metrics
played out for pregnant pauses.
It’s about throwing out the carry-on
It’s about unpacking the lost luggage
It’s about documenting best practices of undressed actresses
until the data-driver fails the breathalyzer.
The data tells a story: memes of mastery cast in plastery.
DUCK the FATA (morgana) !

Sans Arduous Ordeal

To assess meager
cradling aborted efforts
miscarried ambitions, I now berate
myself plethora sans lack

of accomplishments to date
and admit painful truth to self
of an ill prosperous lx roam man fate,
which life frivolous erratic

antics less productive slate
than if existence spent hovered
over an inter city heating grate
since squelched milestones wrought hate

red of apathy toward self, and spate
of penuriousness a tete a tete
meager financial cushion barely
keeps homelessness will ne'er abate.

~ April 13th, 1958 marked approximate initial
biological, chronological, and fetal ugh glue
tin nation, asper obstetric
prenatal confirmed commencement, in situ
i.e. womb (donned in his cute
itty bitty cap and gown), whence through
uneventful conception nine months

later lacked any blues clue
nonetheless, this earth
ling christened Matthew
Scott Harris made his unheralded debut,
albeit, then his
anatomical timer immediately
started counting down, loo

ping what seemed an eternity,
when mortality would be due,
vis a vis, meanwhile,
he awakened, discovered,
and galvanized transient
tenancy as he grew
since birth year month, and

date stamped upon this growing hue
man, who possibly felt ******
out from warmth of womb
into ice cold sterility naked
like an Arctic monkey freezing in an igloo
a singular diaspora of
this "FAKE" gentile jew.

In addition to the delight, the head of the Komis tyrant immediately struck the rampant selfishness, which was handcuffed with the desire for possession of possession; While some have a fulfilled miracle for others, the unexpectedly fulfilled nine months of eternal watershed is an unworthy ending of a happy, forgettable idyllic era, as men are wild, beasts, and still selfish, because they can imagine the little men on the way to Placentan's tunnels , but the demanding, greedy desire for possession that deprives most of Mom from loving a man as her own child.

, Sweetheart! I don't want a kid! Another colloon on my thick neck! "Said the insulted vanity from the mouth of the Test Testeron Tithan, then walked smoothly from the life of his beloved lover in a smoke. He didn't even look at the hospital's obstetric ward to ask how and how they were more expensive With all the treasures of the world.

The whispering baby whispered in his cherished arms with stubbornness in his cherished arms, as if he had a full right to get the absolute love finally and then keep it to himself. He eagerly ****** in the life-fitting breast milk, and while the beautiful pregnant mother, who recently complained about how she was going to be a pregnant, disgusting ball in the bikini on the beach, now finally understood that she could get the most beautiful gift she had can ever hold.

So the pregnant mother became a little half-adult, half again child, and she felt in her heart how the universe was just a dance of instincts, and later meat-blood. And while the relationship break, it seemed, it was never more radiant, balanced and happier!

The Alliance of Old Friends seemed to be renewed again when the mobile rang: "Don't be sorry, but you could come in! I became a baby! "-and the long-forgotten, adolescent adolescents suddenly started flaming again. It came with a human-height teddy teddy bear and meaningful broth. There was no need for words that were unnecessary.