Aplomb and hidden overture, an endless array of sprinting writing utensil is rather recklessly real – indeed, and he will spend his trying time testing this never ending necessity to feel something which swoops to seed, set and soar some more. A pocksparked studio room apartment development wherein fictitious fiasco artificially abounds, yet hardly ever that developmental at all ‘cept only ever of course for his rambling mental asphyxiation

Just sensational!! – these wickedly trick-infested and tongue-tied words of his, which ceaselessly lay themselves back in ‘favourable’ line, Oh, why? Can they not simply over-invest in his trusting nature, which has led itself by three-tiered way of unpresentable prose: for now..