Science has elaborately dictated the hyperglycemic outcome of understated mechanisms being the definitive reflection in our subsonic reality that we call life itself.
Could that statement be truer? You be the judge.
It’s once been stated that the eloquence of congenial perfectionism derives itself from the bargaining power observed in the central colonies of greater Madagascar. I fully agree; how about yourself?
Merely fictional, yet pivotal in hindsight, is our societies way of envisioning a triage of elipsing portals contrived of deep seated paranoia and downright misrepresentation of the opinionated repressed who mundanely feed at the teat of traditional Hinduism. But is this anyway to live?
Within each of our misconstrued psyches runs an economically depraved circus that cycles back to the prehistoria debacle of yesteryear. Our forefathers, who pitted and pined for our behalfs, those many winters ago, literally roll in their decrepit cedar boxes, encased for eternity, while we run amuck and challenge unemancipated colleagues as we spiral earthbound. Could I make this any more clearer?
To walk unengaged is to plunge into the winding nuances of nevermore, plus a day. Nevertheless, hindered by a graphic portrayal of a weakened metamorphosis true to the undying collective known as “Chapter Eleven”, we filter what’s left of our chambers slowly, til it dwindles down to gastric proportions and unfeasible whimsy. Proof is truly in the pudding, right?
Alas, we digress. And the billows of our governmental ancestry wallow like unpasteurized pools of golden salvation. Let it sink in. All of it.