Ruminations descending from my prefrontal cortex in broad daylight

Words can’t describe the fatigue that I feel right now. I will figure this or that out first. There can be no despondency until the very last breath. I mysteriously get tired if I wake up too early in the morning, even if its midnight fine. I don’t understand why that is the way it is. I find it incredibly confusing. It is quite an interesting feat to be able to do this. I don’t know why I’m so sleepy. Please help me. This is amazing, its so wonderful. It’s so great that things will go to dust when I sit by the side and pay the curb a hefty sum or fee for the truly authorized transaction. There is no change to which I will go in order to not curb anyone else’s enthusiasm. There is the greatest transaction that no other specimen has managed to achieve, namely the incredible enthusiastic bottles. There is a great enthusiasm for all things crepuscular, namely the conventional dyads and much other interesting desiderata. There is great enthusiasm for skimming through the broad pages of daylight, crashing through the snow and wandering to all kinds of muffled, hallowed steps that sound like thick bushes swaying in the tepid rain. There are strange musings regarding the special service held at the “Me-no-separation” preparatory hall. That is why we will aspire to great heights as we ascend to the mantle of great bushy brows. Bushy brows, special services, transactions — — — — these are the premier ways in which the rich acquire forlorn properties that run at a valuation of billions of dollars/ringgit/pounds/rupiah or more. What a spectacular front! I see cable cars wheezing past the tarmac storefront facades that never fail to inspire the imagination. There is so much greatness to be achieved, look at the all-encompassing charade that has supplanted the real thing!

When reacting to metallic jet-skis crashing into your acquaintances’ backyard, there is no remembering the halcyon days of whack-a-mole that preceded each normative investigation. The art of suasion is more appropriate when it comes to addressing these matters. We need broad power plays, unconscious mental priming, and many such techniques to achieve the desired outcome. Attempting any form of persuasion would be met with uninterrupted boos and cheers; we do not wish to be exposed to such chicanery. That is why the pre suasion strategy dovetails with the animating impulse of our wider mission. Evening serenades at the local château will not suffice, regular discussions regarding chosen belles-lettres are a bare minimum needed to satiate the growing appetites of the rapidly emerging leisurely classes. There is no doubting the wisdom of socio-historical analysis; much of the hassle that one has to go through when making sacrifices necessary for the histrionic commemoration of the strata titles that were recently handed out to deserving young ones. Such amazing feats of strength should be commended that the highest levels of the lexical community. There are some subtle differences to each attempt at coaxing others; one consists of all out brusqueness without regard to others’ pride, another comprises of skittish grandstanding that is meant to appeal to the well-adorned and prideful teetotallers. Interestingly, nobody mourns the passing of a great tradition, one that has sustained the livelihoods of many coin collectors and amateur coxswains: innuendoes and double-entendres. My farcical approach to these delicate topics has not resulted in any tangible benefits; in fact, I have been confounded by the frequent use of “deep knowledge” innuendoes and double-entendres by visiting grandees anxious to flaunt their cultural cachet to the hoi polloi lucky enough to catch a glimpse from the outside.

It is at this point where you the reader would certainly have reached a conundrum. How can any of the above make sense? It is as if the great boisterous crowds have descended the carpeted flight of stairs and stuck their limbs through the mahogany balustrade. There is an undeniable lack of coherence in these sentences; nothing could possibly reflect the yearning for clairvoyance that pulses through my veins and every neural pathway of my cerebral faculties. I came up with this magnum opus in toto to restore faith in my ability to compose sentences longer than 25 words.