I have a question. Can your precious logic, which you all venerate so blindly, ever smell a flower - or LOVE?
DIDN'T. THINK SO.
“Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.” -V 🌹
Bah! Now hark, a bumbling barefoot blindside, cast with brazen and bilious bombast betwixt the bellicose brain-bandying of these Boolean belligerents. Hark, and beware - becalm this Ben-besetting blizzard of banal barking, before my garrulous inclination becomes the bereft and booming bane of blandation, and bark and barker both are banished beyond the blithe bedpan of their bunk-bloated Baronies, to bemoan, with bourgeoning bewilderment, the black Balrog boon of a buried, biding, belittling bite. - B
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