I find solace in the reptitude of procedural inference all encompassing dyslexic anagrams of a multitude of obsceneties it ties itself back to where it began. I find this all too enriching and fulfilling to fail. Entirely on itself, I am still here.
Bridging the gap, Leading the rouse, Affliction of cause. Impending doom. Cloudy insemination. Claustrophobic decision. Broad fermentation. Ground hog day.
