“We must eat to live and live to eat.”Henry Fielding (1707-1754) — And then we are a meal. — ‘Entomb’ the body in wrap and gold, encased in a concrete Castle, still we all become a memory, without the ‘tenterhooks’ of actual confrontation of who we are or mayhap were meant to be — like everything that lives and dies for something else a delicacy. — A ‘soberchat’ is rare today, even in a ‘Shrink Rap’ — the comprehensiveness of a competitive life and our organoleptic leanings — are always open to interpretation with protective antiseptic meanings. — Even for a Natural like Raymond J Johnson, Junior, Mayhap — With blatant linkage overtly observable we obviously deserve a slap.  — Communication overload is a taxing situation — and the rich always pay more than the rest, — Continuing to be our own person with reflection and contemplation, — As the Rich and powerful attempt to condition our brain is the test. — Mathematically, the Morse Code with it’s Tap tap tap — was the ‘soberchat’ without the ‘tenterhooks’ of repetitive psychological screenings — or not. — ‘Organoleptic’ science, there certainly must be such a thing, since the organic senses bring us so much pleasure. — Frinstance, how you feel if you are meant to sing or dance or write, dependent on your onward and upward leanings. — Though some should stay in the shower and your own audience be, singing songs of six pence or ‘Mother-in-law’ in a choir, — where you simply move your lips if your sense of hearing has the interpretation of some god-awful just because there’s smoke there’s fire. — Dancing could be a problem for some — there’s always to do the “Hand Jive”, — Depending on how much you are eating. — “We must eat to live and live to eat.” said the writer of Tom Jones — Though occasionally this can be self-defeating. — As so often we get the impression, reading our writing is like taking a beating, Alas, we hear our own inner moans. — Therein is a remake in the offing feeding off Henry Fielding’s dem der dry once connecting Bones — at least that’s what we assume. — Which contradicts Henry Fielding’s one liner — living on way past his life — what else could there be finer — ‘Organoleptic’ ‘tenterhooks’ may be cut off with a knife. — Whether recycled as SOYLENT GREEN or your Coffee, Mate, or encased as food in a concrete — womb, — laughter is always the best medicine of work or memory we continue to eat — that’s the spirit we cannot ‘Entomb’. –>>Rupert L.T.Rhyme

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