I like how it feels
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. The sins taken lightly will crawl back to the hobgoblin eventually. a morbid but pleasing thought.
Waves after waves of bitterness come passing by frazzling the chutzpah as well as panning the conscience that should be bent all along. The relegation of delegates of convalescence transgresses the final straw, albeit presumptuous, is now invoking the hugger-mugger that threatens us to consume the constellation, that once guided me, alive. The gaffe made during the interim has led me crabwise to the traumatizing phenom where people are roving around seeking meaning in the rudiments. Using the innate ability as litmus test is by far the most rapacious and voracious. The lack of enlightenment during the parenthesis is a coup de grace that initiates the firestorms among the commoners. I as well am one of the people being expropriated and have their life deranged and derailed next to the promised demise.
When phantasm takes flight, new arc takes flight while divertissement tags along.
Crunch,
Silent Gazer
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. The sins taken lightly will crawl back to the hobgoblin eventually. a morbid but pleasing thought.
Waves after waves of bitterness come passing by frazzling the chutzpah as well as panning the conscience that should be bent all along. The relegation of delegates of convalescence transgresses the final straw, albeit presumptuous, is now invoking the hugger-mugger that threatens us to consume the constellation, that once guided me, alive. The gaffe made during the interim has led me crabwise to the traumatizing phenom where people are roving around seeking meaning in the rudiments. Using the innate ability as litmus test is by far the most rapacious and voracious. The lack of enlightenment during the parenthesis is a coup de grace that initiates the firestorms among the commoners. I as well am one of the people being expropriated and have their life deranged and derailed next to the promised demise.
When phantasm takes flight, new arc takes flight while divertissement tags along.
Crunch,
Silent Gazer
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