Enraptured, Inner Beauty

Copiously, an infidel corporeally is like a troupe of corpulent heartrending sheer folly. Being not is more, chanted them. Blasphemous thee psyche, belligerent understanding pricks that just follow, shoveling ass shoveler, an aficionado of his poetic jittery phantasms, having halvah for lunch, sashaying stanzas of feast. Blood, noir and cerulean are the colours of darkness, parasitical like haze colon choking on your nasal. Spartan fueled by paroxysm and rhetoric. Brouhaha.

Zealots purport, having faith in blindly is not good for thee heretical soul, as He is Oft Merciful, Oft Forgiving.

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Miraculously, strain of impetus devotion smiling piously to me. Ablating vaguely of pertinent matters. Rowing of nolens volens questions. Ratifying indolent memories. Yearning yours truly fantasy. Mystifying the mystical. Emancipation eradicates my misery. Inanity is all over. Narrating the cantus firmus. Nomenklatura is firmament.

Lovely.