Phantasm

The first taste of Sunway Aesculapian is the product of the insalubrious refection that ails health. The momentary elope from the brouhaha has been refreshing and efficacious in taming the contumacious monster that is struggling to eschew the cage. Apart from discerning the apparatchik kidney kowtowing to czar, the sudden revelation, the crumbling of the supposed vintage year resplendent of justice is replaced by the sweetheart mechanism that is strewn across the whole dimension like the darkness that encapsulates the universe, is pretty demoralizing. The convalescent itinerary is unappetizing encompassing the abstemious diet and the bed confinement. The ominous lightning that reverberates across the heaven is compelling me to overdose medication. One can always distinguish the tutelage born from the interest as well as the compelling momentum. The repressive entourage, characterized by the fractious tone maiming at everyone's self-belief and yet demands complete regurgitation, is ...

I like how it feels. Excruciating, piercing and haunting. As the much celebratory annus mirabilis slowly devolves into the ominous annus horibilis, one would just wish that time will start to turn widdershins to the watershed that adumbrates the cavalcade of fiascoes. To adduce the prosperous harvest, lets just use the proliferation of song and dance, formerly exclusive to son et lumiere, to elucidate the current indoctrination. The implementation of rigmarole to illustrate the Rube Goldberg evaluation mechanism to showcase the facetious facet ends up miserably with a factitious exhibition. Watching the others showered in the exuberance and their exultant expressions creates a hollow nadir for me to jump in. The apogee of sadness is now. The moment of being invited to the doorstep of the double-faced bugaboo has bestowed no eclaircissement upon the wonder and mystique of potions. The endeavour to extort a mea culpa is hitting an impasse as the pockmark of myopia is far too affluent. Th...