Musings of the Reverend Meduri and Dr. Jackass
Experimentations in Literary Groin Punches
before is five percent, after is five percent
and this will be a shortage
here we go... this...
and you're running at sixty two or sixty three right now
and we'll show... five... no... four... at five?
That's really what's happening, this will be the most reflective thing
they really are getting five, let's show that
inflation is earning four and their getting five
I'll get some red paper
You need more red, I'll get it
here you are
those cash flow projections will be valuable to see...
alright... member that sales literature
this couple is terrified of bonds, lemme show you
so again always value your input, this is nirvana however, they don't have the balls to pursue the ambitious. eight-point-eight percent
I'd like to put in six and five... do another scenario, age sixty-seven and sixty-two
before rate of return is six-point-nine, after is five....
yeah, blue,... blue is great man...
how do we come up with five oh four... in assets, I'm showing five four four five
his... sep ira.. is two eighty nine...
we're there dude
that's exactly right, half a mil
how did the blue come out?
you're gonna leave in five minutes
really quickly, here's what we know...
a well-laid plan's impermanence
every second excrutiates, pummeling and grinding my Constitution
Somehow a fervant, instantaneous attack would do me some good right now
I'da krunk 'im up sumthin' good!
Kiwi-neon-green speckled with crimson
Broadcast on the liberation frequency
And after eons of anticipation, the Holy Land would be reclaimed from the Infidel
Two extended thoughts from a day... or is it one, I can't remember:
The earth erodes beneath soles
Black clouds choke; descending
Waves punish indignant strucutres
;The Seed of Entropy germinates in all things
Cells break down, reproduce wildly
Twisted and black, grotesquely natural
Like deep-ocean atrocities; unbearable
;Natural and artificial alike
Screaming tomatoes disintigrating essence
Plasma ripping, bonds release
"All Good Things..."
He observed from his squatting stance, nestled among hills of refuse
A deathly buzz awash around... locusts and plague stalking the fray
he bore The Sacred Mark of Isaiah and was the Keeper of the Chalice of Balaam
HIs exile was marked truth that 'The King's Wrath was not pacified.'
waiting 'til eventide to commit
liberation of energy, a releasing of all matter and cohesion
a ninety-sixth Thesis delivered in a torrent of brilliant flame
The sk i n me l t s a n d f la k es, blowing away like coal-black leaves'
immolated his immortal soul