"I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe" ~ Sir Philip Sidney

Of course, I met the professor at work homeless, a former long-distance runner honor the doctor of philosophy except when he says too much, a dumb jerk yes, I reflect the mirror of language Monster beats drop from a former drummer absurd to observe karma, a trophy triumphantly displayed, grown child award try untoward, no shortage of garbage honor not intellectual rubbish only the mirror rears its ugly head why could I not see this coming, sluggish as a sloth, wishfully just as cute, dead ringer for a t-shirt, baseball scoreboard except to share too much information yet be absolutely clueless, speaker oh, hey Matt, how are you doing today understand all this, above my station deny the rubbish as my own, I groan only to witness my bad faith, weaker intellectual reflections decay not from brilliance but from opacity given language is the key, as a bone to pick a lock, the door opens, to talk or not to talk, as to communicate debate the meaning of life, take a wal...