It's not that I'm lashing out at people but I'm making fun of them for not seeing the things correctly but getting their vision blocked by the fog of their sentiments my words are creating, and again I said it before in a few posts.
It is of these moments of clandestine purity that which the mind forgoes all sense, producing the divinations of conquest from whence their ancestral bodies have produced a miasma of dualism, bathed in ambrosia and mist. Despite the delirium it is attested that the source of the insurmountable ignorance of indistinguishable cantor prophecies that beseech a consensus of disposition and perception beyond the vacuous contents of text they have strewn, beholden to not enlightenment but impossibility of continuity and cogency. Alack, it is the poor recipients that cannot be convinced of their collective stupor. Sardonic would be he to suggest the alternative.
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