Consistently oblique exhibits of the most eloquent stimulus which indulge technique and meditate an appreciative ethereal invention. Subtle signs of satiric gloating conformity, persist a lingering inward strangeness of resonant quiet.
Betraying a morbid intensity for muted ironical perspective – lush beyond meticulous constraint, yet undermined by potential felicity.
Within an air of nourished eternity resides a rendered control of grandeur’s social ambiguity. Beneath the veneer of sexual optimism exists an extroverted secret of elemental dramatic narratives. A repudiated reactionary landscape depicting recomposed memories of defiant personal desire – essentially idyllic, if somewhat oblique carnal demise.
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I expect that quite a lot of people would agree with that statement, but not me.
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