DARLING

DarlingTUNDENOUS, since inception in 1000 B.C. Miss Witchyness Beattrice Merrnelliumusinarium you've portrayed an outwardly ensemblance like an unreflective-virtuoso’s autocratic monarcharium disguised in reticence, spawning a ghastly trans between sapien earthlings and beastly brute earthlings...you’re a MISCREANT! ……who shouldn't be allowed to see rainbows but must naturally inhabit dark and dwindlingly dilapidated ushered cromlechs and hengly obelisks contained with sarcophaguses kept ajar underneath Misterarium kinsperson’s domiciled chambers, your winsomeness seems unsullied but it is to be cobbled-wobbled by cosmic totality so you could divulging-ly prevail and cohabit with carnal critters who have been fluttering on two-wheelers riding like porcine’s ancestral family incessantly trying to pass emesis on your face,

Shadows of ELLIPTICALLY FUSED EPHERMERAL INSTANTATIUM APOLLOS CARNEGERIE

FROM APOLLOS TO MARSARIUM SNEPHELLS

IN PERSONAGES OF DICTATIUM LIES TRUTH OF TUNTANICITY BRINKSARIUMS IN AQUAS AQUELLASALIUM PINALIUS DRINKSUSTINKS FROMSUMPOS CONSTANTANOPLAIUM LIFTALIUM SNEZZEIUSMIKOUSAUS SPHECTARORAIRIUM SYNTESAOSUSCHORDUSUNIMMINARIUM

…. the veracious certitudous-ness lingers and remains until I shall enjoin the temporal concerns to change the reality and nature of titsies&bitsies which should not dissuade you from primeval ideologies of what vitality and magnificence are, your attire and accoutrements were extremely un-touché and comeuppance-ly condescending so that most abase of fashion contrivers sneakingly commenced catechizing what splendour and garishness occasion in their entirety, these thought processes were harmed by feverishly and insipidly naiveteness of your soul and body's embodiment but is disregarded by warm quintessence and marrow of honorary familias which you appercieve as your own corporeality but they aren’t even remotely akin to chattels and sentiments associated with you or your existential being; however you do stand a squeaky chance of envisaging clear-cut consociations with people such as me, without it you shan’t know what importunate and uncanny are, your cleverness makes my vulva burn like the hottest pepper that Mexicans ingest but can’t simultaneously imbibe to think about fructifying them in their backyards where compost should not be put in moon’s face throughout lunar nights surrounded by elementous enormity glistening in its brimful configurations wherewithal it refuses to see the difference between idiosyncratic high-bout technologies which can by nanoseconds swoop you away from troops and puns of cognition and body that you've been pensively involved in, this is an incessantly horrendous form of life that cannot be elaborated on until we put our optometric viewpoints on by focusing therewith inside microscopic pinpoints like you and your amiable trans friends like to disquisition about frolicking and prancing underneath the blues and pinks of ribbons that are like a golden lining embossed with diamonds and pearls of finely carved pieces of artistic laurels to be kept boxed in a pot of gold where you surely could stay but shall be entrancingly taken into a corner with little ropes to tie you like a unlivedly soulless being who wanders from here until perpetuality with his t-shirt tucked into the aubading star, and wars with boots on his eyes like an angel who was oblivioned about flying on saucer amidst boiling tea and its indefinite significance but if my vulva burns, you should also learn to experience the pleasurable goodies that do not come for disenthralling prices and you can then be liberated into forms of fabrics which are like nursery prints transcribed by law students to create assignments of, then their pedagogues asked of you to formulatingly hatch an examination which my subconscious clearly understood despite felt challenged because my mind was supposedly thinking about engaging in a hurried homework marathon which shall pay off when you will accompany me to the site where your pine-drape was entombing-ly interred and you shall wake up by becoming a part of an unpious community inhabiting with the estevial father rising in their houses inside smokeshafts....

.......wherein rouged-beardly man habitually practiced rejectamentas to come-down on because he abhors it and not that, and loves rain and not blizzardly snow because his guts feed on pristine snow which doesn’t stay in his body for long-term and disappears like no-tomorrrow to concoct a discrepant landscape where tribals and red riding hood vitalized because he visited her den to see burgers and fries on buffets and benches made of banana leaves where oranges, chocolates and beetroots were amalgamated even before they grew from terra firma to look like candies made with green apples and peanut butter toppled with sesame seeds, all of these nourishments are like a precipitate of distillations arising from tetracene which must be fabricated and bathed in so you could become a pharmacologist in your castle to re-tuttle your face and clothes like I can, but I refuse to be part of your life because you’ve tortured me and you’re not anything I will discount, you are like roses and shout perish me not even if your prince doesn’t kiss you tomorrow, tonight until forever in infirmity!~!~!!! 0<><><><><><><><><>0