Usurper and pretender. How dare you presume to fathom! You set out with the best of intentions, didn't you? The blackguard found himself thrust into a maelstrom with no prospect of winning. Sweet mysteries, sugarplum entities and nubile-hips motion madness when desired. Does R.E.M. carry you lower or higher?
You meted out many words which advised badly. Fetor was released in voluminous clouds reflecting light dimmed by lack of reason. Your forwardness is a deft act of treason.
Pomegranate stained lips tasted for a moment...but the moment passed. Your constructs, though built of love, were composed of sand. Washed away have they in childhood's end tears. You are the mistake in the sum of fears. You dared to presume...to fathom!
