we've all seen better days

Patto ate noodles - hot chili favour. "Thus" spiked Patto "hot chili is hot and red, like the devil with wings in hell. This bowl of noodles is infernal broil. In my hellmouth I surrender to pure evil"

Lorenz rebutted "Hot flavour and spice and everything nice is nothing like the sun and the devil. Mere piquancy is not identical at all, with the religion of the fall. Lucifer's fork is not in that bowl unless it's sporkin' for."

Patto nodded "by logic's length, endure en calm, the hot spice is only for my tongue that spake. So red is the colour on the packet but it's no skin of/f diabolo's nose."

Leper Lorenz litigated by the gate of the yard and mended truth's ward and mo/o/ted - "that hot becomes red is popularly read. That red is the devil, popularly evil. That hot soup as diabolus is only a question of the loss of necessity and sufficiency in crystal digestion."

Continuing his exeunt omnes of ratio Lorenz attracted semeion like varietal vin ordinaire. Beautifully leapt chasm neath him was wrote by rat "logic without necessity and/or sufficiency means your spice is allusion and mythonymy straight beelzebub's feast and lunch special. So and thus and thence and soforth by Seaforth in the thenceforth - logic is song and it is the pearlfisher's duet and as philosopher I am the notes of Jussi Bjorling's vocal chords in B flat scale."

Patto reminded Lorenz "logic is only Bjorling mewling because necessity and/or sufficiency was boiled out of the consomme of consumed logic. Yet we necessitate necessity. The soup is not thought unless your brain is mush and I'm potato and leek."

Lorenz in basic shuffle equalised in yard spuked - yes by necessity is necessity needed. Logic is not melissma but a series of notes that make a statement, true false or included middle clef. It necessitates lines and staff then can my talk be empty of duet, drained of music and be only crystalline steps of limits and their hidden hem. The delimited gem.

And my clarity is no stone or semiprecious thing, the scar on the diamond of faultline vulnerability was etched and never swinged. the diamond was hard but doubted it superstrength. In quiet self-acceptance the soft tissue of pure cut facets and prismatic ray was simple clearly as day.