Time Is Reversible: : Humor Poetry/Prose (2013-2014)

People cannot be fooled into thinking something funny is not real. People always respect what causes them to laugh, even when it will make them pass out and forget what happened after that. Reading this book will help you remember what was funny and will improve your character. This book cures vitamin D deficiency, fibromyalgia and sleep apnea. It will give ideas about how to find alibis and who is best to bribe first and exactly how to tell when someone has divided loyalties. This book regenerates hair and can clean ovens that were thought beyond the final stages of dirtiness. But what makes this book the most important book ever written in the history of the world is that it competes with boredom more than fun does. It is more fun than fun is and ever was. Many people calling themselves Spartacus were overheard saying it on the way to the institution we held responsible for what is inspirational, but really isn't. Many multinational corporations have resorted to espionage to find the author's recipe for making laughter more perfect and more sensitive to the needs of the zombies who walk the earth in their five hundred dollar tennis shoes to buy more video games. Accidentally, however, the author managed to become an intelligence infusion doctor and that is why the poem within called "Dr. Scott is Now in Session" is but a quick glance at a glass that is neither half empty nor half full. The doctor assumes no responsibility for any sudden revelations that mean people understand life or would ever want to do that. In fact, there is manifest and manifold a boatload of pity for those sort. Do not resort to philosophy and only assemble words as poetic to justify things that would otherwise be wise. Up your gimmick for just ten dollars more and have unlimited protests against the publisher for not getting this book on the shelf sooner than yesterday. This book proves that yesterday is a step into the future and that time is always reversible if you want it that way, and if you do not want that, you must be on the dark side of the force, the balrog and nazgul compatriots, and ambivalent people with balance issues. Nor does this book compromise in the least of ways to reduce antipathy or approximations of apathy, except in the fruitless ways a goat will eat the roots of grass, no not leaves mind you, he said without conviction as the darkness stretched across the horizon and met there on the way to Innisfree a certain dancing bee rebelled from his hive of spores and ent-wives gone ballistic from cult frog shell shock. The don of Amoxicillin gave brief arresting toddies, their palettes of words in forms of migraine auras resembling a world in black and white speeding away in reverse as time carried back to ages when time really did not have awareness it was undefined, and yet was more friendly than it is now. But needing the friendliness of time can embark the world of resembling good things into making things matter more. It is relevant and almost as interesting in a dimension that always relaxes people enough to survive what humor can do to a person. This book respects the limits of how laughter can torture by design and permits the avalanche of abuse only when advised by a professional or someone pretending to be one. And pretending is better than making time go into reverse and serves almost the exact same purpose. They wanted the author to credit Kurt Vonnegut and Tom Wolfe and Greg Gutfeld and a bunch of other people thinking it would help sell the book. The author is under a contract to kill the idea just like 007 can kill whoever he wants to and nobody can stop it. Life can just be awesome that way.

About the Author :
W. Scott Bratcher is a renaissance person like all other people who have B.A.'s in English. He went to Southern Illinois University at a time when it was no longer Playboy magazine's top ten party schools. It would not have changed much for him, however, because he became so serious and defeated the whole reason for traipsing around the halls of buildings overspending capital of brainpower and finances on hooking up. He had grown up in the Appalachian mountains of east KY and had achieved merits is acting and music, both pastimes known to be as lucrative as knowing the mechanics of language. He knows his coffees and his classical music and he has to drink from the same cup and loses ink pens at rates that alarm law enforcement, who are currently suspicious of him and want to learn his methods. He may have become that way from his work as a music business gopher, a Tower Records AM, a "core" AV tech assistant, or a Trane assembler and forklift operator. He may have drained a few drams and emptied coffers nearly empty already and may not be all that steady to this very day. But he found that patience pays dividends of success that no imagining can bring you if you are there to have faith and make progress in the moment you are living in. This author has been published more than he has been diagnosed with things. Lots more and he found love when it did not seem possible. When you have a reason to feel sorry for yourself that is legitimate and more so than your average legitimacy, you know that life has more to it than death and taxes, reason and valor, virtue and issues of liability. When laughter finds a voice that had reached its limits of trials and did not question where it came from or who was giving it, nobody had trouble seeing that then. But now, I am down to my last subway token and the world cannot condense the journey into one book or a hundred. But one chuckle of laughter from the most angry, merciless, ego-driven zombie from the herd is worth a life to recompense what recondite living cannot exact in fractions of reciprocations. In other words, the author is happy in his clouds of words that rain down in idioms head to toe on the happiest person with neurodegenerative issues you can hope to ever find. Nothing comes easy, but laughter is harder to create than ease and is worth a baker's dozen of it. So be it.