Temptrecciation

I'm

tempted to not make this the best piece I've ever made. It's insanely tempting. But I resist that temptation and subsequently succumb to the looming temptation that is to forget the temptation attributed to any antics or attitudes associated with so-called "greatness" and instead to recollect these scattered gratitudes as psychic elements and reforge the tapestry of "my" being (this being minus said ninth-to-last signifier (signifying ego)). And ego is afraid. And petty. And false and clingy and weak. And Mr. Ego don't wholly know the inner-Frodo that's free from the inner-Nero resisting the inner-Hero's inclination to welcome said temptation to make this the greatest and latest statement from Uranus just like A did say that in some previous time and placement. But fuck the fake tricks and embrace the matrix nonetheless making us rate that the One Taste is to be replaced by "temptation" and not something so seemingly associated with "hatred." Instead something super insanely supremely simple such as "meditation." Because karmic payment to One Heart and Original Face just may dictate the dictatorially inclined liars of our so violent and oppositely silent time in which we share these lives and in which you read each line and each rhyme that compromises "my" reply to this prompt that began like a harp with "temptation," while playing this part, and now ends like a base with

"appreciation."