The Apocalypse of St. John (Renovate To Disintegrate Mix)

I tried a goulash of verisimilitude once -- not enough spice.  I enjoy lunatic ravings though.  Incidentally, how dark IS a pigeon's hole?

Unfortunately we're always going to be listening to ourselves much more than anyone else -- which is fine for those of us with something interesting to talk about, but for the vapid plastic masses the conversation level is never going to rise above who's getting voted out of what show for sticking what in whose orifice.  They're not even interesting enough to find veritas in vino anymore -- can't slam it down quickly and it just doesn't match flavour with a Big Mac. 

Couple of quick fixes -- it's micrometer -- you need a meter to measure the measurement metre   Also, weaned.  If it was mine I'd either get rid of some bleeding or really push it -- as is it's kind of half way and runs the risk of seeming like you just couldn't think of any other word to use.

Being a poet is crap, isn't it?