Difficulty slips past my future,
suturing my counterpaints with
faint solidity. Tautologies prove
taut, and they teach as well as
anything else. This is this, isn't
it? May my blip grip my trip
beyond the point of not clip?
I slipped again. I am talking
about walking. Caulking my
trips, those are pasts. And I
am monitoring my monitor.
There is a lot to watch. I am
going to go to go to go to go
to my snowpan. Water cooks
down to water. Minotaur. My
clamps vamp my amp. Volts.
May the colts become bolts.
My compounded rebounded
unfounded grounds, are wet
with chalk. I am a bilge cat.
*Troubled Assiduous Rotation Progression
Roman Ryan 