“Advice and "Edelweiss,” “Ultra Thanatron,” “Parenthetically Ultimately” and “Epi-Functional Playpen”

Advice and Edelweiss Would you play the fiddle, whilst earth is vaporized by an alien invasion, or a group of mad scientists playing shuffleboard with a doomsday weapon? How will you cope with the end, looming in your thought bubble, during your surfing the internet for cheap hoes to proliferate your garden and closets? Soon these will grow tired inside dark recesses of aneurisms, hemorrhages, and bad violin playing— only to detonate a truck filled with sodium nitrate next to a homemade super collider. If only you read a slew of helpless-self textbooks— the entire bibliotheque, while you study ancient Greek, Latin, and the Dewey Decimal System with a little string theory. Then you would learn from the Macedonians and Romans as you build a time machine, so you can quickly absorb the complete Library of Alexandria as it burns to the ground. Ultra Thanatron Thomas Joel Bopp and Alan Hale observed the trajectory of an icy coma nucleus tearing thru wind radiation wreaking fires of extinction burning yesterday as today implodes with heavenly bodies’ orbital geometry beclouded in minerals and murk crushing into swarms of elements dispensing into an earthly tableau for Samuel Clemens to occur / live / die by the same streaking orb in the sky but I remember that day we organized machines to dole out mercy allowing time’s arrow since this life is unnatural. We are all terminal. Parenthetically Ultimately my calculated path spans on the imaginary axis polarizing with an angle confirming your intercept as you play with my numbers amongst oscillations with a range of infinity like cubic roots and a collatz tree collecting multiple stream sequences bouncing between four {biblical perfection} and one which defines my solitude and my favorite placement because I strive for a sign to wave my way in harmony as you discount symmetry pointing to cosmic axis tilts and that oort cloud since you’re that {ice} queen of hearts but let me remind you of the joy of palindromic primes and how beauty blends at each corner of the canopy as fractals glint in mirrors dripping yellow rhododendrons Epi-Functional Playpen My sleep is unconstitutional striking out the amendment in roll call with plastic knives sawing natural logs as circadian rhythms trickle blast beats disturbing my migration arrangement to the antarctic where I’m de-icing the innards of my soulless spaceship with the mechanized maid equipped with garters and a feather brush tickling my fancy as a pulse trickles thru a brain stem uprooted from a storm splitting fissures into hemispheric fibers with worms dining upon the god module whilst I reside peering out a bedroom window into the driveway counting raccoons play their drumkit alongside flying Vs and keyboards enabling the deer to dance and eat the hydrangeas birthing vaccinated centaurs with dragon wings on the spot as I read the rules to this slugfest which states that the suffocating ooze will loosen the bed screws.