In music doing things in concert was instrumental in creating fabulous sound, rock music of course shifted the ground somewhat for me as doing things in concert was of less concern than getting people concerted, Strange Days for some but magnificent for others. Even Graceland marked a stage that gyrated and pulsated yet doing things in concert was not to me part of that emergence.
A person with little ability to do things in concert, who space and outdoor living eventually provided velcro to overcome early issues with lace, decided to write.
When lace seems like a lasso, writing follows the same pattern, until velcro or another medium remedies the issue. Left handed writing is a style that is not and cannot be in concert with others, it is lace mixed with basil and thyme making fawlty towers.
Funny thing though, for me it raised the bar and a lasso sits near an old laced up pair of boots, in concert and redolent of the left-handed dyslexic that took their character and made it its own.
That is how things get done in concert, left-handed and as notes.
A compromising position is usually unless one seeks notoriety one that is not desired as public information, it in many cases will prompt a fib, and those trained with or without substances designed to win Olympic gold can detect such a fib.
PAUONH is what will be termed a Solzhenitsyn, it has a defect, that being it was created to the strains of Shostakovitch in a country not its native home.
As an Amateur University and of Natural History, not a Solzhenitsyn, PAUONH needed a geographic locale. The choice was made to use Russian space and Petrograd sings to the tones of Shostakovitch without defect.
The position of compromise, or positions as my life is a litany of such, resulted in the aftermath of a catastrophe where this person ‘lost their faculties’. As it is a university that contains faculties it was decided the process of rebuilding would use this type of institution as its base.
We are a writing school, with many defects, to prevent the need for substance and the push for gold as we do not belong as a nation or national entity simply an individual who decided to learn or learn as best as they can.
The quill was plucked from a peacock, ink drained from an octopus and desk provided by miss teak. A student sits and is asked to provide an answer to the origins of these items.
Suddenly the floor is streaked with that an octopus would provide, accidents happen.
A pit in a far off valley hides the remnants of a meal, it is charcoal, coked from places deep a helm for vegetables and meat. Wrapped it would be the coked remain would the child have an accident again?
A long time ago a spire wanted to be an author, that was me and writing the pinnacle of what was then thought could be achieved by me.
My first book is published and second on the way, is it my plan to sell to you, not really. To garner interest though is difficult and my plan is hopefully to slowly do that. First a little IT widget “a DMZ was crafted in soul made of garland.”
Peace and goodwill!
A little teaser to illustrate my writing style, it is left-handed as my writing has always been and difficult for many in a mostly right handed world.
“Let us suppose something large sat looking forlorn at the sky, to assist it a teleport suddenly opens on sights grand, allowing it to see a far off land.
A speck on the horizon appears in time arrears, an altered state it has, changeling it be needing to sail beyond the sea. Suddenly so suddenly something large arrives but in many different size, lessons learned from the little speck making it somehow a fleck.
Across horizons vast altered states not made to last, teleports operated so to get from here to go, where you will end who will know.”
This is left-handed, it does not read backwards but discusses something unusual, it is a topic like my writing and hopefully will garner a little interest.