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Alas! In view, a humble adventitious actor, cast ambiguously as both anathema and antagonist by the attainment of Fate. This aspect, no mere asthetic application of alter-ego, is an antiquity of the audience, now abandoned, abolished. However, this audacious appearance of a bygone affliction stands awoken, and has affianced to annihilate these amoral and acrimonious a**-hats attending atrocities and acceding the aggressively adhorrent and avid abstruction of accord. The only abjudication is avengement; an arguement held as an attempt to with avail, for the appraisal and authenticity of such shall one day advocate the acute and the austere. Admittedly, this avgolemono of articulation angles most aureate, so let me simply add that it is in my astonishingly good honor to meet you, and you may call me... A.
Hmmm... I am supposed to express myself here huh? O.K. well here goes. My head is whirling faster and faster inside my mind the chemical concoction only true nature can muster. The average onlooker sees nothing more than what he assumes to be a silly drunk on yet another binge. Grasping a hunter green painted hand rail to regain my balance and try to regain my composure. But I can feel it swelling inside me like a massive wall of water against a flimsy dam. Gushing through my insides, flooding every neural pathway, is wave after massive wave of pure unadulterated youthful energy. My cheeks blush red hot with the passion and my nose is flooded with the subtle scent of jasmine flowers coated in fresh spring dew. I fling my head back, my long brunette locks beating against my shoulders gently falling to my back. Staring wildly upward at nothing, seeing everything. It's all too much for me to even fathom holding in. The waves increase even more I feel every single wave undulating within me swelling and receding inside until I burst into a complex myriad of love and immense emotion. Pupils dilated, I quietly gasp to catch my breath as my mind slowly stops spinning and the immaculate physical bliss slowly wanes. I look deeply into your eyes cheeks still red red with passion. "How was that for expressive?"
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Aj's Rabbit Hole
All hope abandon, ye who enter here
Rants, poems, and the random writings of your's truly.
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