Keep up.
Forsaken by the hysterical trivialities of sovereignty, the aberrant behavior – rather the orthodox insubordination was the nexus of the nascent tryst. Maybe that was the crux of outreach, an upheaval of behavior. The “significant” assimilation of agents of change, the conglomeration of identities that encircle the microcosm of an unorthodox relationship – that was the purport of love’s unidentifiable idiosyncrasies.
He thought about the ties that bound him to an incontrovertible institution of isolation, the vapid indecency of another being’s platitudinal falsehoods and superficiality. That institution wasn’t just a girl, but all the circumlocution of a self-designated authority – a society, a facade of austerity, a denigration of virtue.
She thought about his eccentric uneasiness, instigated by a devolution of intra-cognitive changes about inter-social interactions. Oblivious to the bromides that pervaded the banality of her existence, she unwillingly ascertained her satisfaction – the negation of dissent – as one not made esoteric by a society willing to engender conformity if only for pleasantry. Oh, but if you view conformity as the paramount thesis of their unwritten communication, do not spurn this message as one of a proponent of revolution. This is more a convoluted lesson in conventionality than a pedantic investigation of abnormality.
You made it! Just foolin around.
self-parody?
Your sempiternal “exercitation” of byzantine nomenclature disaffirms my – phrenic – puissance to discern, if you will, the “gravamen” of your desultory orotundity, as it were.
‘Nunquam Subsisto Rudimentum” avers Caesar the oner.
Lol at “self-parody”. Thats really funny. Good job Tony.
Blah, blah, blah.
My name’s Steven, and my vocabulary owns.
In the long run, who gives a shit?
i realized the above post may have sounded pretentious – but i just wanted to spaz in a controlled way. whatever, lol. theres actually a message in it, cause towards the end of the spaz i decided to try to turn it in to something but it DIDNT WORK. bye.
Aw, Stevie…
I hate one can’t put a light, joking inflection on words that one types.
‘Cuz there would have been one in that post.
Sorry if I got your hackles all raised, kiddo.
You’re pretty much awesome, btw.
So…there?