A Treatise on the Power of Nuance, Being a Compulsory Diatribe on the Effective Fringe Gelatin

O oft neglected blog,
Were I more astute,
Thou wouldst not moulder here.

O affirmation. O tantalum. Tranceiver below a mind possibly a worker. This is not being, this is a cat, but not a catharsis. Or maybe it is, but it's three ways from Tuesday before the bank says so. Happen stance brings a frappucino. And I'm no one to talk, but I miss the opportunity to dive headlong into a fish plot being forty-five. How nice it is to not be chained to reality, syntax, Symantec. Time tested and true worn weather bea hole to the moon. So here's a question. Haven't I been here before? It's tiresome waiting for inspriation, especially when the fickle is thunder and a mack can of nitrates.

Tempt yourself not with petty suppositions that it's anything of meaning but now a kissing. I think I read that somewhere it's not so much how it sounds, but what it means. Can you test it? Trouble in drainage, but not more than five or so, or so I though, so I thought it was safe to blink again.

Six. Twenty-two. Five iron. Club sandwich. Interleaved. Entire love. Time twisted. Time told. Times twelve.

Asphalt is what is not is, how it is not I cannot say. I don't remember talking about him before. Sneezes startle my roommate. Like just now. Oh well. I'm just not as lucid as I'd like to be.