Which name these flowers go by, under which guise of man-made beauty, is for finer machine-heads than these fingers typing into this note-taking app. How to expulse this beauty in electrons, while remaining relevant to the tedious mindex (think: roll-a-dex of the intelligencia) in applicable wordings, to make the superbly gifted children of these times realize that,... beauty is more than a pricetag or an employable designation. When simple poet (such as am i) can not even raise one adjective for such a fineness; such a fondness; without finesse or any other co-conspiracy the public & the publishing industry has come to honor as worthy of particular accolade, heavy-laden with accomplishments to entice & incite one the other to eXplode with the furious abandonment of right and wrong. To me, the birds, the bees, the flowers, the trees,... Ad infinum, are creations to, for mere & unadulterated mom...