Trying

A man who, in what some might call, overcame in fact very little in getting to where he might possibly still be, unless something has happened to the form of our receptivity, in what some might, in whom they might, in what'm, some might, excuse me, I'm trying to read the cards, in what some might call a tragic reversal of the stereotype once prescribed for this fledgling nation, a man what we believe is not capable of preventing you from writing about him, a man who can only act in response, not in pre-emption, and how not different he is from any of us in that way of regarding a person, but who so many careers hang in the balance, I mean we are trying to go from memory now, but words are lonely on paper, and they wrangle you, a type of insect restricted to fires, constantly apart and back again, that how he would like us to describe him, and are we just kidding him into being, or does he not need any trying, an actual partition of physics, driven by motives we cannot, the very, the very person, and as currencies do this or that, do everything they possibly can, a man who believes he's transcended the very world he doesn't realize that he, a kind of overnight man, and isn't shy to blend rap music and also his private sexual times, free webinars, driving all over the sky like a car, yes, we know that you're closed but we just need to elbow in through the door here, yes, oh a relief to, a man who theoretically is not flattered, and so we can talk about him forever, feel pure tunnel freedom, a man powered by ignorance, an awareness vacuum, who must avoid the seeking wind or else change into another metaphor, a man of multiple bickering genres, an overdescribed man, a distraction from the grave realities facing the youth in the following nations, a man quite different than you're imagining, but not so different, an n plus two man, if n is the vision, and two is just what he brings to the party.