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Monday, December 3

digital cognition

twas the night before last night,
and last night was the night before christmas,
and all through the kitchen not a creature was boring
not even a louse.

Let us take this opportunity to characterize,
develop, and then limit the potential of a louse,
one singular of lice. 

Where does a louse live?  why with a lousy
plurality of lice, a fine spanish mat of dog would suffice it to say
"And let me call this home, this rude spaniard I ride to work every day"

A statement, a statement, a concluding remark.  The office
of the louse is low down on the train of command.
a pattern by which the mere thought of it
is enough to make one itch, in egypt they spit at the mere mention
of the thing, a hullabaloo in timbuktoo, and a fiesta in paris.

All of these populations are signature case studies,
the misely little frenchman with a lousy moustache
as well as the many armed american with a lousy toupee
or for instance, for example, as it where, the fanciful dweller in a
singapore celler with louse on the brain, sucking
the juice from his comprehension of Tamerlane, the
english epic of some long-ago toasted barbarian, who
probably, ate pork and had lice to live with constantly.

So then we must pass a judgement, being on the virtue of this
pandora of lice.  Vini Vidi Vice could easily have been missnoted as
simply
Vini Vidi Lice

And there you have it , an integral part
of the humanity, the louse

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