I was feeling awfully bad.. An academic scholar if you will.. born to
live, bare naked like a baby calf in the all inclusive wild outdoors.
Ill begin to proceed by circling around the basic fundamentals, starting
in the beginning with a brief moment of bad trouble as a young child.
It starts with my personal handwritten manuscript, "its raining outside"
which is a story written for knowledgeable experts curious about the
honest truth on their future plans to be immortalized forever. "We join
combined, our last will and testament amounting together as a grand
total of full satisfaction, a free gift null and void of my personal
opinion. We shall merge together, there are no other alternatives.
So the unexpected surprise of the unmarried bachelor and his unsolved
mysteries is surrounded on all sides by the ice cold evil villain whose
within close proximity to being completely filled with shock from
electricity. That is the crystal clear and honest truth of a convicted
felon. I have hopes and aspirations I thought to myself, a first
priority and final farewell to a female daughter who was destined in her
future to be a famous celebrity.
"Repeat again, repeat again, repeat again," he spoke out loud, "we're
rising above to the safe haven of a small child. Sink down, sink down
into the prior history previously recorded and most definetely postponed
until later."
I'm turning around, under cover at last, a small speck in the swampy
marsh. "Whats this! A temper tantrum?" An usual custom." I quickly took
that tiny bit which was sufficient enough to fit in a square box. This
became "the specific example" and it quickly caught on, the inner core
of a male son and female daughter pushing them both towards new
discovery and new innovations but ultimately they'll be killed dead.
"I was a live witness, it was done manually by hand", she said. "Its
more than unique--it's practically one of a kind!" I was in the near
vicinity and even though negative misfortune had plagued my last marital
spouse, first of all I was ready and my fellow colleagues were prepared
to fill in the empty blank. This is an empty hole and only more visible
visually in the dark night. If it wasn't such an extreme hazard, i'd
call out this false illusion.
"Exactly the same, an exact replica!" It was sitting on the shelf. Two
elderly senior citizen doll models, one crimson red, the other ocean
blue. I'm completely unanimous I thought, if I put a live audience here,
they'll loudly cheer their applause.
Greetings & Salutations, Goodbye & Farewell. That was right above the
handsigned signature of the leader of the generals. At least it wasn't
deja vu all over again.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Scarlatan, in the year 389 AF.