I was really proud of a few of the lines in here, so I thought I'd share--ya might need a dictionary though.
My precarious perceptions are perplexed: hallowly, I prostrate myself at the altar of ego--this concept of emotive enchantment is apparently beyond my indolent mind, and I am not in the least surprised. In my defense, I accede some suspense while awaiting your bearded replies. Let's make with canoodling and do the most stupid things. Flout the rapture to die.
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