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Brilliant, Grandiloquent Magnificent Trenchant

Brilliant, grandiloquent, magnificent, trenchant... Writing prompts burst asunder deafening soundcloud roared with apocalyptic thunder 'course only audible to yours truly, I did dumbfoundedly wonder... At o'clock tick tocking wee hours brisk December seventeenth two thousand nineteen simultaneous blinding fiery kindling quickening xing risk within winkin blinkin and nod, I feared full light of day brainstorm snatched away courtesy invisible whisk broom all those potential ideas sprung while Messiah by George Frideric Handel's never out of style within cerebral nooks and crannies (think Ohiopyle), whereby Youghiogheny River bubbles, gurgles, fuels river mile after mile harnesses and doth generate approximately twelve Megawatts of electricity per hour, to alleviate domestic counting eight thousand homes necessitate distributed across western and central Pennsylvania. Analogous catching courtesy goo goo dolls barenaked ladies hands spawning salmon slippery as an eel (if curious don't take my word, which might not appeal) though yours truly offers no guarantee, you could easily fall overboard as ye kneel, which subsequently offers live human meal to hungry sharks, impossible mission to escape no matter how loud you squeal, bouquets delphiniums and daisies designate watery grave site dissolving blood amidst the color teal. Aforementioned depiction, whereby current commander in chief admittedly no gent till man nor scholar, and he cavalierly lent and nearly fin hushed nearly (possibly already) rent asunder high crimes and misdemeanors, he casually spent constitutional principles of democracy, whereby I experience torment precipitating quasi riptides undercurrent bigotry, demagoguery, "fakery,"... misogyny, vanity vetted vice whereby woebegone grievances Pandora's box loosed helter skelter they went. Anyway... synonymous maintaining readership attention blinker necessary to apply unsuspecting hook, line and sinker without rousing ire principal (at Henry Kline elementary my dear watson Mister Rinker) long since retired, he possibly maybe grandfather of one or more freethinker.

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