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A few moments in the mind of......

A deep and sentimental sadness envelopes me in the clandestined venom of my allocated constituents. Ergo the precipice of all this and more ceases at times to overwhelm me or, placate the subversive and congenial hyperbole of inflated and poetic charged demonstatives set in arrears. ie I am not a muse d. The sickening proclomation exhibits my fundamental and diseased motification at the outset that "one can not not simply know, and yet by admitting thus, is instantly proven admirable guilt, and brought to the Grand Herresy, lest nought be done to satiate this fault, or, at the very least, inquired as to its nearest benefactor! " Please take an overwhelming examination into the forked eterague. Yes, I have verily selected the diminished capacity to consume all motherly portents of night! Not even the black magpie, as it sat on this telephone wire as I peered from my car, and spoke to me as I likewise spoke to it! And we, in that random shift of forces, shared the vacuity of a psychic seclusion of cryptic and profitable allegory, as both mouths opened at the same time. Not to yawn or carelessly spit, but to say quite simply, hello.