Unequivocally unpronounceable utterances protrude in an absurdly abstract linguistic fashion from my cigarette smoke calloused vocal chords in between sips of the finest of wines. Blinded by radiance I am. For many a fort night now I have been fortunate enough too avoid forfeiting my fortunes to far less than forlorn forebears that look down upon my mental fortitude as a fortress that must be foreclosed on at all costs. Deafened by silent symphonies I was. The mostly maddening maelstrom of my maniacal musings, which must be mustered from the murk of my mind, merely meander amongst the masterpieces of maestros that manifested magnificent manuscripts many will never manage to manipulate mentally into a more majestic mantra. Muted by calamity of it all I still am. In an on going attempt to organize an overture, or opus if you will, of obfuscation and obtuse observations so opaque that only those of an organized orienteering organization could ever hope to find it’s origins I can only offer onlookers but a sample of this, my open mind.