 |
 |
From early promise, barrenness. From vaunting, vaulting ambition, sprains in both groin and wrist. To what conceit should we now turn our hand? Between self-shielding obscurity and exactitude striking the carapace, the angle of incidence is equal to the angle of reflection. Nearly. In hiding, withholding, you show some grasp at least of the matter, be it with yourself. Suggest proliferation as the collective noun for counter-measures. Load up on kryptonite. Maybe we can turn this thing around in mid-air, give it - I dunno - a virus or something. Rotate the frequencies. Anthrax-tipped warheads no match for eggheads. You bet your ass.