If you read this poem (verse by verse) inclusively both forwards , backwards , sideways in both directions , and in reverse order all four ways you will find that the dialectic dictions of it's phantasmagoric allure are both conjunctively and cumulatively iterational parenthetically plus the inductive collusions of it's endergonically protensive concatenations continue to have lucidly lurid allure in context and are corroborationally enhanced by the process ! I hope you enjoy these subliminally exacerbational imputations to their rhetorically esoteric reconditeness .
Hi Bruce, What I want to know is where you get the energy for this, this takes serious dedication!
I enjoyed the prologue and was able to read the first line at which point I confess I skipped right to the end. But I did go back to read the second last line, My favorite part is queasy quasi quantum. Should there be a hyphen in there?
locked in the frigid reins of fabulosity
this fiction is frighteningly fictitious
and phantasmagoric in its verbosity
who could have known a who-ville
full of theocratically themed linguinistas
would have declared a sort of war
on rooms full of caffeine addled customers
as they swooned before a hoard of barrel chested barristas...