With the protection of an honorable designation of ‘high functioning’ Asperger’s Syndrome, the poet with some dignity and great effort, did manage to write a treasure trove of inspired poetry, but on the verge of achieving great fame and best seller status, the poet had the “high functioning”-status rug pulled right out from under him. With the slander epithet of “Autism on the wrong side of the spectrum rainbow”, nascent sales and dreams collapsed. The Fifth Edition of the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual doomed Asperger’s Poetry: "Asperger''s Syndrome" does not exist anymore; it is moribund. Although there is no gold at the end of the rainbow, there is still this legacy for study.

This is the greatest Epic Poem on derivatives ever written since the repeal of the Glass-Steagill Act. Financial critics who have played Croquet with the Hedgehogs have given tacit-ephemeral, imaginary praise to this magnificent romp-verse. Alice says strat-tea-tackfully, every poem must have a pie thrown at it to lend it color and flavor. The Mad Hatter and Archemedes explain The Great Recession with the aid of a flamenco dance and an un-birthday party.

With the protection of an honorable designation of ‘high functioning’ Asperger’s Syndrome, the poet with some dignity and great effort, did manage to write a treasure trove of inspired poetry, but on the verge of achieving great fame and best seller status, the poet had the “high functioning”-status rug pulled right out from under him. With the slander epithet of “Autism on the wrong side of the spectrum rainbow”, nascent sales and dreams collapsed. The Fifth Edition of the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual doomed Asperger’s Poetry: "Asperger''s Syndrome" does not exist anymore; it is moribund. Although there is no gold at the end of the rainbow, there is still this legacy for study.

In the fog of the distant past there was a Grand Ice Age that threatened the Ut’ishsih people. Before they could perish, the Gods appeared out of the sky to provide food and shelter in the Caves. Many miracles occurred, but not enough. Some would prefer to say poetry will end the world, but no rhyme will stick to the face of time. Lachrymal vicissitudes, slipping on plates of passion, are insufficient to generate terminal earthquakes. No, it is this blog that will end life on the surface of the Earth with a recipe for pizza and virginity. No, it is not the High Priestess alone who will do it. Many creatures do play their part to stage a farce, leaping in multiplicity, dark in mind. True, every seminal blog in the universe begins as a joke. Few end with dessert.

Our archeological expedition has been fruitful but disappointing. The good news is that we have located the ruins of the Ut’ishsih people, 3rd Planet from the star PZX7468259Q who call themselves Planet of dirt, soil and Earth. It is beyond expectations that we would find it under the ocean floor in the prophesied location....The disappointment is that most of the documents found are in the archaic-language English form that you are reading now if you are a scholar of primitive languages. The data tags for the Utd’mbts language are missing. We were most eager to recover the writings of the Great Kvizee of Ut’ishsih, Douglas Gilbert. With sorrow we present these fragments in English from the Canon of Douglas Gilbert known to have existed in complete form in the 5th Era. We have pieced together as best we can the few fragments left in the rubble for your perusal, and as motivation to search the Universe for the appropriate trigger-tags coupled with the associated Utd’mbts.

The Wuhan girl has let her views be known, adding a few sorrows to this collection of poetry as evil spreads like a bat from the Middle Kingdom sneezing on the world. However, there have been moments when death and apocalypse were not imminent and love danced between rain drops.

With the protection of an honorable designation of ‘high functioning’ Asperger’s Syndrome, the poet with some dignity and great effort, did manage to write a treasure trove of inspired poetry, but on the verge of achieving great fame and best seller status, the poet had the “high functioning”-status rug pulled right out from under him. With the slander epithet of “Autism on the wrong side of the spectrum rainbow”, nascent sales and dreams collapsed. The Fifth Edition of the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual doomed Asperger’s Poetry: "Asperger''s Syndrome" does not exist anymore; it is moribund. Although there is no gold at the end of the rainbow, there is still this legacy for study.

This is the greatest Epic Poem on derivatives ever written since the repeal of the Glass-Steagill Act. Financial critics who have played Croquet with the Hedgehogs have given tacit-ephemeral, imaginary praise to this magnificent romp-verse. Alice says strat-tea-tackfully, every poem must have a pie thrown at it to lend it color and flavor. The Mad Hatter and Archemedes explain The Great Recession with the aid of a flamenco dance and an un-birthday party.

With the protection of an honorable designation of ‘high functioning’ Asperger’s Syndrome, the poet with some dignity and great effort, did manage to write a treasure trove of inspired poetry, but on the verge of achieving great fame and best seller status, the poet had the “high functioning”-status rug pulled right out from under him. With the slander epithet of “Autism on the wrong side of the spectrum rainbow”, nascent sales and dreams collapsed. The Fifth Edition of the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual doomed Asperger’s Poetry: "Asperger''s Syndrome" does not exist anymore; it is moribund. Although there is no gold at the end of the rainbow, there is still this legacy for study.

In the fog of the distant past there was a Grand Ice Age that threatened the Ut’ishsih people. Before they could perish, the Gods appeared out of the sky to provide food and shelter in the Caves. Many miracles occurred, but not enough. Some would prefer to say poetry will end the world, but no rhyme will stick to the face of time. Lachrymal vicissitudes, slipping on plates of passion, are insufficient to generate terminal earthquakes. No, it is this blog that will end life on the surface of the Earth with a recipe for pizza and virginity. No, it is not the High Priestess alone who will do it. Many creatures do play their part to stage a farce, leaping in multiplicity, dark in mind. True, every seminal blog in the universe begins as a joke. Few end with dessert.

Our archeological expedition has been fruitful but disappointing. The good news is that we have located the ruins of the Ut’ishsih people, 3rd Planet from the star PZX7468259Q who call themselves Planet of dirt, soil and Earth. It is beyond expectations that we would find it under the ocean floor in the prophesied location....The disappointment is that most of the documents found are in the archaic-language English form that you are reading now if you are a scholar of primitive languages. The data tags for the Utd’mbts language are missing. We were most eager to recover the writings of the Great Kvizee of Ut’ishsih, Douglas Gilbert. With sorrow we present these fragments in English from the Canon of Douglas Gilbert known to have existed in complete form in the 5th Era. We have pieced together as best we can the few fragments left in the rubble for your perusal, and as motivation to search the Universe for the appropriate trigger-tags coupled with the associated Utd’mbts.

The Wuhan girl has let her views be known, adding a few sorrows to this collection of poetry as evil spreads like a bat from the Middle Kingdom sneezing on the world. However, there have been moments when death and apocalypse were not imminent and love danced between rain drops.