Form's formula functions; it's a math team. Interdictions determine faces and fates. Aphorisms look in the mirror and turn pink with resentment. I swear and then I look at what I write and I do not feel justified. That's the notion we spilled: -two cups of tea -a coffee carafe, glass only -a dog's earwigs -wishes for extra milliseconds -articles of faith-wine I'm a barrel, brewed by coopers under ancient conditions and passively voted into an office I do not deserve.