This is my own home made Lorem Ipsum. It almost makes sense.
To conform to first aftermaths without the principle argument gains space over permanent trial. Traducing sensation-contracts eats away at yesterday’s sojourn within matter-blasting threads of Tuesday. Confirmation of “would like to meet” perceptive tropes rests in muscular paradoxes of dwelling expedience; quantum logic defies circumstantial scanning in green-decked afternoons, performing tertiary municipalities in aggregation of Machiavellian storms. Observational disturbance of emergent forms is the exalted carapace of unctuous time: the towering concerns of middle-minded horizons delegate their first-hand biopsy to be suspended in transoms. Secondary tumults have no trace – pliant developments herald converse worlds of Newtonian surrogacy; peer group passions terrorise mutations and always will. Ecto-mediums sustain global tremors, useless Saturdays undo foresight, terminal constraints bolster universal partition and vice versa; no obliquity can countenance craft. Survival turns empty when faced with supplanted manifestations; the past is corrugated, the present corroded, the future coaxial. The learning curve of essence is the totem of paradigms, a colossus of breathtaking immediacy; the diurnal is proscriptive of marginal themes. Indeed, the eye of the beholder is subsumed in a preternatural detumescence; colloquy has no place in these hallowed cloisters of magnanimity. Correspondingly, the quod erat demonstrandum of our imagination is hot-wired into a confusion of objectives; no version of reality can be left unturned. And what results can be anticipated from such universal quorums? Only further interrogation will display the symptoms; all orthodoxies are redundant, the will has no trace. The sequence of such changes is only apparent after radical re-assessment of long-held nostrums: “to find as you will is to acquiesce in silence”. Ownership is the key to the intransitive; the diacritical is paramount.
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