Composed Comprehension

Multiplicity describes the middling mean...Let's not continue perpetuating that redundant, ad-nauseous scene.
Pity Prometheus, naive in his wishes, settled - for the line, the rehearsed, the repetitious.

Was there ever a reward in history quite so vicious?

Each Opus is in a class by itself....The consummation is unique, one of a kind.
Not something Oprah endorses on a shelf at Borders you'll ever find.

Fortunes are made in this nation on the infiltration of the mediocre minds, unrealistic - the player, the wingman, the cold hard statistic.
Each masterpiece must be uniquely sculpted for the target, otherwise the correct chord of the right vibration you will never find.

It only needs to be be strummed but once - enticement, excitement, simultaneous, epitomous, sufficement.
The vibration of the ecstasy is aflame in your breast - the necessity is trained ear with perfect chord.
To coalesce the spark - that infinitesimal nexus between the mind and the heart.

Have you ever experienced that momentary perfection with a congruent soul and thought, in all creation - there could be another as whole?
Gourmand is the enemy of the epitome. It does not increase intensity. But offers a preponderance of facsimile.

Was not original sin an offer of a technique - the attainment of practices known that we yet still pay too high a price to own?

To be a true man of my word, I would fail in my mission to lower myself to lines, rehearsals and repetitions to be "hittin'"