To Freak? Or not to freak? That is the conundrum!

Whether tis rational in the membrane to drudge forth to place upon our spirit.

the forbearance of unique-centricities of another’s cerebral ingenuity,

or mutiny employing grim visages of war against the imminent of the status quo,

and through reciprocal cerebral intellect and mayhem end them all?

In death: a rest

All fades away; and in rest perhaps all mortal inclinations become removed

The anguish from agape and the malfeasances of the human soul, trivialities of the social order

That damnable curse humanity becomes the benefactor thereof,

'tis the culmination of the bride and groom, mutigenerationalism and harvest

Virtuously sought a vocation. In death, to rest.

To rest: Ah! Yet in rest potentialities and practibleness of insomnia.

The office, the family, the staplers, the chairs, the production, the market, the assignments, the meetings, the subtle, nuances, the kitchen floor, and the fairer sex.

Aye, there lies the uncontemplated and uncharted enigmatized of puzzles to deriddle.

For with the confines of uncharted courses of rest what romanticism or utopian castle building may rebirth

Sub sequentially having last agonies handed unto Hell's Great Tyrant, for necrology, bills of mortality our uniquely mortal human condition did

earn, as Salvation fend-engages in battle upon the soil humble transient feet and hands did toil.

Circumspection provides intermission, therein lies perception and the relativities thereof

Interpretation which equate contra-tempts of abdication, so long a derision

Sadistic masochism a converted beast of burden acquiring the forbearance, scrutiny, torture, and penance of time, or lack thereof.

The Draconian strictler's iniquitous partisan bigotry, the highflier's opulent elegance

The Compunctious visitings of nature as agape disparagement exacting irreverence and neglect, the blinding limp of justice or vindication

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of something after death,

The undiscovered country from whose bourn

No traveler returns, puzzles the will

And makes us rather bear those ills we have

Than fly to others that we know not of?

The superego awakens the hell within to make way for the alarmist contained:

And thus, an unfurnished decorticated vociferation of mental mastery,

Is sickeningly laid to identify a breathless bloodless flow of soulful reflection over existentiality,

And our well-intended endeavors birth ego hood.

With discerning ineptitude intended warfare parries intention,

And claudicate the soul-churning contrarieties. – An ass between two bundles of hay in the face of a measured status quo.

Love and hate confound the soul’s anguish!

The beautiful and flawless have become flatterly, evil, and damnifying,

in excellence presence upon your supplications,

Be my soul’s mangled upending.

 “To Be Or Not To Be”: Spoken by Hamlet, Act 3 Scene 1 was the originating sources of inspiration for this writing. At a loss for a topic to write about I was taken back to what a instructor may suggest, https://www.lulu.com/shop/search.ep?contributorId=1446942  

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