I cannot figure out how to make the 8 words bold. I never have figured this out. It is way too difficult. I can say what order they are in if I need to.
If I had a bevel to mark my right angles, in the limestone of the quarry of my mind, I would be pondering a life to be envied. I would make a resolution to adhere to the sinkhole of madness that collects in unclear images in my capable dendrite hold. If there was a fragment of possibility that I had retained a tiny piece of leverage from this hunting, I would shore up that sinkhole which hints at an illusion of a possible psychosis. If only I had a bevel, but sadly they are in short supply in my current stage. So I shall retain and enjoy my current level of comfortable, honest, well-understood derelict madness. Written 6-3-2019 Contest: 8 Word Challenge Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
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