05-04-2017, 09:26 PM
2nd Attempt:
Shoot the breeze all ‘round logic trees from lost forests just begotten.
Root square and cube stored in vacuum tube computed then forgotten.
Phrase a query? Read the Doctrine? Resolution part of the Question.
Subscribe to theory. Heed the Caution. Explanation heart of Confusion.
Musings of an Aristotle trapped on the Great X Unknown ~
mere mystery in a genie's bottle capped by the Philosopher's Stone.
Saint Malthus? Quite obtuse! His population gripped upon that pin
and those angels seem of little use with their wings clipped therein.
Dissect the right angle. Then rewrite the World's creation.
Big Bang. Contract. Entangle. Free. Whose optimal iteration?
Of chessman moved by puppeteer's string easily enough,
ventriloquists own the only ears making out the bluff.
For Artificial Strife from Artificial Elixir of Artificial Life ~
spinster Midwife, the sole fixer, wields Controversial Knife.
Oh. Pundits advocate their brand-new, just found "ism".
Our poets alliterate through a purportedly profound prism.
These journeys, Clock Hands calibrate. Infinitesimal eternal moments.
Naught but finger-painted Word-Portrait. Scant internal kernel of sense.
Shoot the breeze all ‘round logic trees from lost forests just begotten.
Root square and cube stored in vacuum tube computed then forgotten.
Original:
Sail the breeze all around the trees of logic not quite begotten.
Roots of cubes stored in vacuum tubes computed then forgotten.
Mystery in a genie's bottle capped by the Philosopher's Stone.
Musings of an Aristotle trapped on the great X unknown.
Search for the right angle. Next spin the Earth's revolution.
Big Bang. Contract. Entangle. Free. Iterate optimal solution?
Saint Malthus. Most obtuse. His wings clipped therein.
Those angels. Little use. Population gripped upon that pin.
Artificial Elixir of Artificial Life enduring Artificial Strife.
The sole fixer, spinster Midwife wielding Controversial Knife.
Chessman moved by puppeteer's string easily enough.
Ventriloquists own the only ears making out the bluff.
Pundits advocate their brand-new, just found "ism".
Poets alliterate through a purportedly profound prism.
Journeys, Clock Hands calibrate. Infinitesimal eternal moments.
A finger-painted Word-Portrait. Scant internal kernel of sense.
Sail the breeze all around the trees of logic not quite begotten.
Roots of cubes stored in vacuum tubes computed then forgotten.
Shoot the breeze all ‘round logic trees from lost forests just begotten.
Root square and cube stored in vacuum tube computed then forgotten.
Phrase a query? Read the Doctrine? Resolution part of the Question.
Subscribe to theory. Heed the Caution. Explanation heart of Confusion.
Musings of an Aristotle trapped on the Great X Unknown ~
mere mystery in a genie's bottle capped by the Philosopher's Stone.
Saint Malthus? Quite obtuse! His population gripped upon that pin
and those angels seem of little use with their wings clipped therein.
Dissect the right angle. Then rewrite the World's creation.
Big Bang. Contract. Entangle. Free. Whose optimal iteration?
Of chessman moved by puppeteer's string easily enough,
ventriloquists own the only ears making out the bluff.
For Artificial Strife from Artificial Elixir of Artificial Life ~
spinster Midwife, the sole fixer, wields Controversial Knife.
Oh. Pundits advocate their brand-new, just found "ism".
Our poets alliterate through a purportedly profound prism.
These journeys, Clock Hands calibrate. Infinitesimal eternal moments.
Naught but finger-painted Word-Portrait. Scant internal kernel of sense.
Shoot the breeze all ‘round logic trees from lost forests just begotten.
Root square and cube stored in vacuum tube computed then forgotten.
Original:
Sail the breeze all around the trees of logic not quite begotten.
Roots of cubes stored in vacuum tubes computed then forgotten.
Mystery in a genie's bottle capped by the Philosopher's Stone.
Musings of an Aristotle trapped on the great X unknown.
Search for the right angle. Next spin the Earth's revolution.
Big Bang. Contract. Entangle. Free. Iterate optimal solution?
Saint Malthus. Most obtuse. His wings clipped therein.
Those angels. Little use. Population gripped upon that pin.
Artificial Elixir of Artificial Life enduring Artificial Strife.
The sole fixer, spinster Midwife wielding Controversial Knife.
Chessman moved by puppeteer's string easily enough.
Ventriloquists own the only ears making out the bluff.
Pundits advocate their brand-new, just found "ism".
Poets alliterate through a purportedly profound prism.
Journeys, Clock Hands calibrate. Infinitesimal eternal moments.
A finger-painted Word-Portrait. Scant internal kernel of sense.
Sail the breeze all around the trees of logic not quite begotten.
Roots of cubes stored in vacuum tubes computed then forgotten.