Lexigrams of the Moment

MISERY.

See a mousey zealous Russian as same as an abusive bear.

No one is as abusive as Ayn.

I burn you, ruin you as I am abusive, vile, evil.

Blame me.

A vain user rises, soars as a muse.

I enamor men. I amuse men.

Men see me as a muse - men are so dumb.

I see men as animals. I use men, abuse men.

I am brave as I live as a Russian bear!

You are a mouse. I use slurs.

Be a bear! Abuse men!

A very abusive liar is seen as a muse by men.

Bizarre.

A vile, zealous muse uses men as a ruse.

Men are animals - mice. I am a brave bear.

I use men. Men are so dumb.

I see men as animals - earn, earn, earn! Losers.

Me? I earn a name as a brain, a muse!

Amuse me! I am divine.

Yes, a loner - so?

Only I, Ayn Rand, live bravely, as I sneer, say as I mean.

Ayn dies bemused as an abusive, vile user - sees men as dumb animals.

Use belies Ayn’s ruse.

Ayn’s lovers? VERY, VERY SAD.

I made many men miserable and I smiled.

I am no nurse! I am a manly miserable miserly user and I see many men as DUMB.

Fact: I hate my father.

My father left me alone as a little one.

He’s the most monster of a father I can …!!

Oh I loathe him so!

If I try, I can cry at the … of a hat.

My heart is in my throat.

I can’t refrain from this - real self-torment.

It’s so … frothy. I foam, froth at the mean act.

It’s a real trial to carry on, to for[g]et. I can’t!

I mean, he left! It’s not easy.

I remain frantic.

That menace! That monster! I hate him!

I react as if it’s a clear crime. To me it is a crime!

The criminal … to scare others so … I can’t fathom … tho, I try!

Many say I am in a state of fear as I mostly shift, twitch. I can’t sit!

I form this hate then lather myself in it.

It’s not healthy, is it?

I try to face this fear, this hate alone - I can’t.

In time, later, I met some one - an alchemist of a sort.

I try to learn his art, this alchemy that lets one float, fly.

After I taste, try many styles of his art, his craft, I’m not so lost, I lose my fears.

I am into it! A hit, a shot - at last, I’m clear!

I learn this chemistry. I try this chemistry. I teach this chemistry.

It’s fantastic this!

My heart races. I’m in hysteria, nearly ecstati_.

It’s a craft - this isn’t mere chemistry. It’s an alchemy.

At the time, it’s also the style to try this or that.

Criminals can try this, too!

I can force some to try this. I can try …

Listen, I am a moral man.

Yet I fancy certain trials so that I can learn more of this chemistry.

As I am a mentor, I start to teach this.

I also test this chemistry on myself, force it on others.

Let’s face it! Only a fair test or a trial can let me learn if it fails!

It isn’t a crime to try, to learn! Is it?

How is one to learn if one can’t try?

Let me try to face my fear!

If I can face my fears, I can let others face their fears!

They can try this chemistry, too! I can treat the scary criminals!!

LET ME! I CAN!

I hate the ones that try to say that I can’t!

They only react to their fears!

This chemistry is a chance to me to LEARN, to TEACH, to SHARE!

LISTEN TO ME!

I’m not leary anymore!

I can certainly treat others if they - ‘the MAN’ - let me learn more on this.

I am an alchemist!

Chemistry is my forte!

I am not a criminal!

Adore a dork.

He preach peace,

hope,

care.

Cork, drape a rape.

Appear dear.

A deep read,

a deep chap.

Reach hard.

Choke.

Leo Strauss orates:

Sort out losers.

Use roles as stars to lure losers!

Assure losers ruses are real!

Oats are salt.

Tears are rust.

To rule losers, steal true!

Evolution of man continues as men are free to create.

A free man is not a slave to a ruler; a free man cannot serve a ruler.

In verse, stories, articles, Voltaire is in resolve to ensure man can refuse to serve as a slave.

Reason alone reveals men are meant as free.

Voltaire wrote on it:

To maintain a slave is not love.

To enslave men is sinful.

Free men from artificial fears!

A truism in life:  As our courts free smart, artistic men, more are free to create a fantastic life for us.

Sort it out! Set men free!

Noam - an oak - has many arms, many acorns.

Noam - a man - roams rocky moors, soars sky.

Noam asks many.

Many ask Noam.

Noam has scorn on morons.

As man mars, harms - Noam moans.

A charm Noam may say:

As an army has no arms - man has no scars.

Alexis de Tocqueville lived as a quest - excelled at it.

To de Tocqueville, a vilest action is to use a slave. Is a slave equal?

Also, a tax is a vexation.

A social-ist lives to tax.

Taxes cause us to quit.

Ideal, civil societie[s] tax less, avoid idle lives, save.

Educate to equalise.

Violate toxic ideas.

His mission is to state the basis of blame.

To Taleb, a machine is not able to choose the best.

To base all on lies is to lose all in a chasm.

Don’t tell small lies! I HATE a man to lose all he has on THIS!

The masses listen to some men, then let those same men steal all.

THIS is the shame!

Let him alone at his mental math!

He has to be the best in class.

He hates to be lost.

I teach classes on this alone!

He is a blast in class.

His smile is nice.

Economist, philosopher, and author of ‘The Black Swan’ and ‘Fooled by Randomness - The hidden role of chance in life and in the markets’