I met and became friends with a friend of a friend. It was her birthday and there was a party. A great party, in fact. And I know parties. This friend and our mutual friend said some things that sparked the hell out of my Projective glands. There was even a reading at the party, and it was good. Buzz buzz.
I avoid titles because I don’t want to constrict the Word by naming it. On rare occasions, framing with title(s) is absolute imperative and tone-setting. For celebrating the joy of celebrating recursive time sliding prescriptions…
This is a prime example of what I have been trying to accomplish with my forms of Projective Ablative Devotionalism and Automatic Interverbalism. Definitions of such confusing things forthcoming.
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erudidatic contest for your forms
brief momentary meet inspires naturalism
for you in variant successive degrees
birthdays are give backs from the gods
you only get one per fake passport*
freeing unique from you so you can enjoy the party
you are the word and you are the word “party”
this is obvious to me and my laymen
you get two wishes but one of them is taken
so give one to fields that listen open and free
and you belong to the free
mix all over place cuz your ceremony is all over places
and you are every place we should be
you’ve never heard this and i’ve never done this
a projective toast on future crate crawling
we’ll see you on sundays nice and easy
firing through days until then
get on germanic fix go dynamic true and ever
joyeux anniversaire, m’mselle
les neigedans d’antan ne sais vous pas encore et encore
*[originally: “and you only get it once per fake passport”. changed after reading on bus home]
