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Demonstrations 11: Wright and Nott

That Wright is Wright and Nott is Nott
Logicians must concede.
That Nott is right and Wright is not
Four judges have decreed.
That Nott is right, and Wright is not,
We all must now agree;
Then Nott is right and Wright is Nott,
The same thing, to a t.
If Nott is Nott and Wright is Nott,
It comes without a wrench
That we have not, if not two Notts,
Five judges on the bench.
If only four, as shown before,
And three agree with Nott,
The judgment is unanimous,
And Wright’s dissent is naught.
The knot is not, is Nott not Nott?
But is Wright right, or Nott?
Is Nott not right? What right has Wright
To write that Nott is not?
He concluded, “Do I do right to write to Wright
This most unrighteous rot?”

(I found this somewhere. I can’t remember where.)

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Uncollected 29, Dan Pharo

Dan Pharo, King of Eygpt,
lives where motley is born.
The tackle of ornaments,
Mod yeatspeare gone.
And my line?
Fill a bucket with a hole.
Catches me on the corny.
On the weary.
Crowd dearer,
if I’m the solution,
what could the problem be.
We bleed our enemies
to give them their senses,
Dan Pharo said.

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Essaying the Outline 28, W.O.G

That’s W.O.G. We say W.O.G wrath of God

  1. It’s a timespender, boyful thoughts

    1. The thoughts of youth are long thoughts

    2. The youth of thoughts are thoughts long

    3. And what else? Just long

  2. Can’t else? Written: do not send me back to this world

  3. Controler 8, we still have a Leo.

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Essaying the Outline 24, The F-shaped Hole of Swears

The F-Shaped Whole of Swears

  1. the dream of a bedwetter.

    1. figure 1: the jockstrap of death

      1. snarl, what’s a tangle? ouch

    2. the mania of wealth is preservation

    3. figure 2: abrasive caffine whiskers

    4. thinking: kiss me, please don’t kiss me

    5. addendum (waking): Fat pants for Maria, Fat pants for Maria!

  2. The figure of one, a bonaman

    1. I phoenix the birds. oh, burn!

    2. what’s the only argument for the same result?

    3. dear Sorry I’m blanking

  3. I once went to prom with a Bill named Tom

    1. was like a Latin Zorro

    2. said: fare thee asshole to the cafe spiders

    3. said: pitting the ice, silver toe?

    4. he wrote at my feet so I could read off my shoes.

    5. just say “Plumbago”

    6. now think carefully, is parking lots for parking lots?

  4. Till the -oom and -oom find gl- and d-

    1. sama the goly host

    2. Greek, Greek, and more Greek

    3. her mouth was the f-shaped hole of swears

    4. say hello to my slobbering heart

    5. Canchya

      1. conchya

      2. wontchya

      3. dontchya

    6. No, I just said cantchya

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Essaying the Outline 20, Billy-o-fusterless

Lives Appareled Yesterday

  1. Billy-o-fusterless

    1. I was told to press the push to start

      1. wrote: the fall of every garden is man

      2. wrote: categories of error, propositions of doubt

  2. Jessamin: erotic rigging

    1. Nothing is as Tim as Tim for Tim’s sake

  3. Potamus

    1. A man with a preference for echo

      1. throws talk off the wall

      2. signs P

    2. Thata hava celtic disregard

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The Snevets Stories 3: Humiliation

There was one time we caught wind that Snevets was haunting some old industrial complex out off Back road. We took three cars, twelve men in all. I warned them about Snevets and split them into teams. No use in trying to track solo. Snevets is not your ordinary hunt and detain, and besides not one of them had more than 4 years on the force. We’d be lucky if we even sighted him. Everyone was miked and told to radio in their position. I sent them through the complex in teams, as I said. I kept watch by the gate, coordinating. It was dusk and the light was failing. The hangars around the place looked like great shadows, and the sky was assuming a darker and darker blue. I saw nothing, but the silhouette of a chain and the outline of buildings. Snevets could be anywhere. Ten minutes had passed and no one had radioed in. I went to the car to get a thermos–Snevets! He was in the front seat, passenger side. I rushed towards the door, but heard the automatic locks engage. The keys were with one of the other agents. I spoke into my lapel. Snevets had the time it took the keys to return to effect his escape. The cabin overhead went on. I saw him comb through the elbow rest and glove compartment looking for paper, anything. He found the back of an unfinished report. My jaw tightened. His hand went into his sport coat and brought out a pen. I rested my body against one of the other cars. The keys would never make it back in time. All I could do was watch him write. I was too disappointed to yell anything through the window. By the time the man arrived with the keys, Snevets was no more than warm upholstery. I thought to myself, how can he do all that with only a pen? I got the men back in the cars and headed back to the agency, to the cracks that awaited. Was Snevets trying to humiliate me?

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