THAT THEY ARE Spared embarrassment of any profound meaning, their virtual society of mutual flattery establishes itself as overqualified for the business of funding by Degrees in scheming to make much of nothing and nothing of much for not much of anything more overpaid than seeming to hide their guiding touch of cold collegiate mastery so another hollow auditorium may host a shabby harlequinade of pointless ego poetastery with some senseless erotica safe in their skull planetarium where internal ears are ready-made stone deaf to her muted screaming as Illiterati smothers Poetica.

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