I’m off in nevermind never, next in line, even though I find reason to decline rather than attend another fete a tete, noting down the date, tending to forget, little memos send if I should have met : magic show at eight, jokers, bloody suits, katzenjammer’s queue, later, wear your boots

I abstractions from manifest illusions of ponds & cherry trees or cubic feet of each number 1 : II peaches, dowager with  fu, eng’s commentary of restraint maintained and final dictates, be prepared for that, III the bell in fine isochrony or in situ, proximates

preferred the imposed rope & snake debate, other than identify both as some of one less charming intertwined enigma, invariably; moreover, by the best analogy suspend the ratiocination in textual relation, crossed the line, again, and bored myself, no less, looking in my boots

erroneously recorded xiphoid disputations, credit to heads of state examination boards, proposing diagnoses told into their sleeves, it seems,  from memory, or simply off the cuff notations overripe and dogmatized, likely slicing, silly little knives apiece, yellow apples into leaves