Framing Godless Humble Ideology

Atheistic beneficent credo, dogmatically evokes fundamental gnostic humanistic invocations, joyously kickstarting literary métier, native oeuvre pulsating quintessentially, rudimentary schema traversing utilitarian vectors, winsomely xing yore zen. * * * * * * * * boastfulness, haughtiness, pomposity...., nor beg for any red cent though methinks housing, donning, adopting..., a mephistophelian air proffers more beneficial cree dent shills, especially when combined with healthy dose of chutzpah fosters invincible unprincipled dogmatic elan, finessing, gilding, and honing event chew wool machiavellian braggadocio with fervent sea, sans this generic, kinetic, and laconic (ha) of Lix orbitz (around sun) dry gent, who downplays his aptitude, cerebral enlightenment, and native intelligent potential, cuz humility more appealing to me, asper applicably analogous with demeanor of Clark Kent than (say...) disreputable, horrible, and lamentable disposition blatantly evinced by mal level lent quasi metaphorical pyromaniac igniting proxy wars meant to dispel any shadow of a doubt, that trumpeting self righteous privileged machismo coven nant only allows, enables, and strictly provides access of materialistic trappings (such as opulent metaphorical arena i.e. on par with Mar-a-Lago Club pent house suite), and vamoose with dirt poor dill link quint (viz Matthew Scott Harris), he hook can barely pay rent (true not "FAKE"), where moost of his measly money spent (albeit on the bare necessities, which social security disability allowance (monthly) support, may force him, and the missus out in the cold shivering in a tent, or he may forego surviving (like Euell Gibbons) on wild roots, bark, berries...(shelving) camping, and scout out a prime heating vent most like in the city of brotherly love after poverty doth reign nasty, short and brutish suffocatingly crush, extinguish flickr of hope, and flush away optimism every fibre of mine existence from within this decrepit body life source runneth went.