LIFE

Where has life gone, but to the bibilous men, with their containers.
Perfuntory, yet they drink it anyway.
Whereas What they do is not in one place. Omnipresent.
Forlorn when it is taken away from them.

I've seen the seriatim of actions from this method.
Coruscating Blindness, Oxymoron of the year, ten years running.
Where the Turpitude is buying it. And the cumulative actions are drinking it.
Together, the two actions form a moeity, and together, these two are deadly.

They become a bete noere of their village, a hated scum, but they are still killers.
It creates a stasis within the subject, and he goes insane.
Their actions in a vehicle lead to expertation of others.
The opposite of purdurable, they are weak, but strong as they beat their wives.

Beer is their circumambient.
The actions lead to ukase, and it's jail time.
In the jail, men of discurvive areas, and laws broken.
He drops, into a pukka of emotion, he's frightened of these men, who also commited murder.

He forms a kvech, but it can't create stasis with the four hundred others that got him here.
He quickly loses his brio, and is transformed into an empty shell.
He sits in his cell, for his fifty years of torture. And is importunate in asking for realease.
In his dishabilled sense, he approaches his last years.

The stink and dank dark has purblinded him.
He asseverates that he had nothing to do with the four children he accidently ran over, while drunk.
But the celerity of his car had been to much, for a drunk man.
Where his nefarious manhood took hold of his mind, and he ran them down, and slaughtered them.

HE CRIES, WEEPING FOR HIS INAMORATA, WANTING HIS LOVE.
BECOMING DIVIDENT, HE WEEPS FOR PASSION, IN A DISSPASSIONATE PLACE.
INSISTING THAT HE IS A POLYMATH, THEY TRUST HIM, AND RELEASE HIM AFTER FOURTY FIVE YEARS.
THE FIDUCIARY IS DONE, THE MEN HAVE DONE IT, NO ONE KNOWS HE'S BAD.

Returning home, he wants to see his long lost love, perspicacity hits him, as he finds his wife died of old age.
The legerdemain of them... he hates them.... he makes a noose for his soul, and hangs himself, for his love.