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I Dived Into The Cauldron Of Magic Potion And
Catapulted into seething temperatures beyond the imagination risking excitement in escapades that may seem inane, potential hazard weighted against predicament predestined, at some future stage I might peer backwards and reassess, initial impetuousness under caustic supernatant thumbnail, maybe I might indeed blush with profound mortification, a recondite feverish facial blush in a notional rear mirror, within a wide sweep of circumspect gargantuan rational, I might gingerly sanction an avid zealous gumption, that subtle prompt as goad to ditch latent neurotic curb, in the equidistant timespan I broaden my taut physique, to mock indignant upshot that nonexistent reprimand, that tilts the weighing scale of putative misdemeanour, I sniff and swipe against the onerous metallic sheen edges, of a steam suffocating venerable vessel whose magic skulks. the mystery that excited my Olympic speed neurons, powers well beyond envisioning may or may not transfer, the onus would quite obviously be on this aspirant, to channel every potential benefit within my grasp, behemoth capability might need some invention, but such a reflection might contradict amid heroism, dreams we harbour dwell on automatic transformation, elevator in an eye blink and rapid second reaction, torrents churn internal indeed burn eternal, as quests and questions vie for notice, yet I am enduring furnace swathes defiant, and my stolid stoic resistance shall imbue, that essence of the self who can now, engage with an unlimited supply potent, rivers of that tantalising options unveil this moment, I might undergo a mythic proportion process, so incredible might this catalytic appear, if one contemplates how I may escape, obstacles and hurdles they snap canine, weird whistle environs are a deft reminder, unsubtle hint ferocious yet I cling, to bold notions without surrender, it’s the impetus I insist on when confronted, by what seem a strange concoction, strange is an aberration in word selection, in world encounter especially when failure, inability to extricate in prompt stepwise manner, and how infinite is this sun drenched brew to that impact, am I presuming a benevolence blithely untested, by the experts I have trusted in previous episodes, as Green abundant signpost such a plenteous plethora, of explicable and quite inexplicable life event extant, where I had to have lightning reflex on foot of counsel, that was often difficult to digest instantly, and such counsel may have impinged sacred oaths, beliefs, creeds of every type, doctrines on doubt, but somehow that did act as an inhibitor, to my eternal delight I surmounted theses contests, which without warning had this ghostlike veneer yet, a precisely timed intervention that educed a veteran response, but at this moment swirl pool liquid snarl upon snarl, jolts this inward leaning athleticism bound narrative, where my optimism meets claustrophobic sticky raised barrier, will it metamorphose in stringent atmospheric emulsion
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