[kahljorn]

Notice the intricate opposing functions of the martinee playland inherent in that piece of work; despotic society, and ergo existance itself(Macrocosm microcosm), has a distaste for elements of the(e) nectar called life. Almost like an ambrosiatic epitome of dressed down tragedies co ndensed and soiled into a small sweet beverage with salt. The very nature of the martinee beckons a rebellion against the cosmic "Is", and so breeds the distrust of death.
We trust not it's functions for we do not understand it's nectar and the function lying wherein the drunken embrace of calibrated dictatimes, empiricism of said Educational rights lies in the hands of the dictionary, which in the minds of drunken english scholars becomes a revolt of itself. Rather than accept the carnal love of a dying ember to bring life to the newest flame we spread cold despair across all hearts and eyes, as if the sun itself had been burned from our foreheads and seasonally dismissed.