Startling,indeed, but none the less acknowledged., How detestable, the way some would avert their eyes, in the pathetic attempt to belive all of what they saw existed, and none else. Speaking of the devil, the diagnostics lost touch momentarily, trying to remember those winter nights when he had looked rather similar to the battered shiva. A single faulty step sideways was used to regain composure, for such akward positions where indignifying. But what is dignity? The influence of your enviroment. Another cautious step returned him to the strange position, and then, in apparent resignation, the sahib returned to the auxilary spot. Desicions, desicions. Baratone, clastic ballad permeated out, in slight greetance was made toward the broken dove. And, of course hidden, buried, and unreleased, slight endearment and amusment was taken to such a poise. Taking yet another gamble, the jagged nadir backed slightly, to gain a better oitlook. The reward: a two feet slide. Ah, such typical moments. In an almost travestic composure, the carapace lowered down the circlet, then back again. Salutations. So I greet the Sentinel.
A leader was not always the assumed position. But what wisedom should those who have none give? Silence. That's the Best I can do, asnigrescent beast still uncomfortably attempted to regain balace. Such Pitiful shortcomings I have. Oh well.
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