The purpose of poetry! Sell it to me. I will go to school and be sure to read the masterful gone befores. Thus, I can teach the art of describing the ineffable with a palette dictionary. Tearing apart the letters when necessairy, extra oxygen can be purchased in the lounge, for professors only, of course. On comma on sentence a periodical published by the famed, rich, deterministic, physics-makers, I mean shelf bearers, of the dead's eulogies. There was never enough recognition but this project shall be on me like a simile on a piece of toast.