A brunneous woman who grovels to escape
The doubt of the world which appears far from placid
Her fanciful times seem to vanish from prestidigitation
Being ambidextrous is needed to fight a pterodactyl
Her pulchritude has been brought to waste since it hides in sacciform
To live without her life's empennage, to taste not her souchong;
All these things may have intussusceptions like staphylococci as decomposers
A dictatorial government her life is, with her soul being truculent
As if she can face the world being supercilious, like her favorite color fuchsia.
Life's imbrications had begun to confuse this rhesus;
eminent issues leading to hypertrophic events.
Her bodily concierge seems to handle her case of problems in polydactyly:
It is trying to syllogize her own synecdoche.
With a break, a singing of a carmagnole is done like a pastiche.
Xanthosis inflicts her suddenly, but she seems euphoric
As if some maculature envelopes her and wraps her with fibranne.
"A viviselpulture will be made", she thought, "and a placebo will be injected to me.
I want to be lucid and to limn everything I see."
"Cabalistic studies were made, in regard with soliterraneous times.
Grandiloquent banquets will be held and it will be my catastasis."
"When I grow old", she said, "I will be edentulous and I will be bioluminescent like someone under the sea.
I wouldn't care about objugatory remarks and effervescent chemicals.
My life will be in alfresco and I will be the most loquacious woman there is.
Malloseismic regions will be recorded in my book with a vintage doublure.
Ratatouille will be served while having a lecture about gabbros.
Panaches will be a fashion which, in turn, will be a massive anachronism in history.
Even if I ratiocinate, the oersted of history will defeat me."
"Soon, xylem will be miscible in water,
Together in argillaceous mixtures to decorate Merovingian sculptures.
I will enjoy the effleurages given by my lover, and will be given lagniappes by him
Like the Sultan who is engrossed with scheherazadian motives and palynological studies."
IN SHORT, SHE IS SUFFERING FROM LOGORRHEA!!!
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