Ponder upon the ambiguous-ness of a certainty, the ineffable, the almost merely insignificant, yet so fallaciously indistinct, fallacy of equivocation, thats the word, the indefinite of some sort, yet so distinguished, so purely upon crude desultory, so aristocratic, so very prominent, yet upon all of perpetuity, so nonsensical, really. Something upon the ineffable would be rather transcendental, the fact that it was such celestial and exquisite, the unutterable, really. Granted, of some sort that perhaps may be indeed ubiquitous, why have it be existent? The fact that words arent capable of portraying that certainty, in fact far from it, why be it there? why be it that we cant depict and interpret them into words, and have them be isolated, left behind of all things that are, perhaps existent, and prominent towards our daily lives. Why? have it be segregated, when it could entirely represent something, an utter revelation, an augury, it has to mean something, nothing could be portrayed as chance, or could it be close? No, farther than close in fact, chance, is a terminology depicted whereas to why a certainty cannot be of explained by science and of factors otherwise, those are left intrasigent, separated from the mandatory needs of us, considering it, well, has yet been unraveled. The intrasigent are left in the ruminative terms, where contemplation takes place, having condemnation if solution seek to censure.
Now, why propose such infinitesimal thingamajig that could barely depict anything of any kind that would ever exist in ever the future, I seek to believe so, at least. That is in fact left for controversy, why can some sort be present, yet left equivoque, unexplained by words, segregated just so when perhaps it to unveil, the hubristic trait overcomes, the emotion of all certainty that dissembles, makes appearance, so that be the intersperse, it diversifies the fact that we are of unity merely due to glut, greed and all of earthly desires, the invidious, meretricious, the perceptive, are formed of sheer greed, of sheer alternating exchange of benefits, that is merely the purpose of the mendacious. As mentioned, the ineffable, the idealogy where no words could depict a certainty, whether it be abominable or practically repugnance in antithesis, the anathema of most certainly malevolence, very much calamitous, really, the fact that men are capable of doing much significant, yet couldnt depict of certainty, in mere words, propose of a disputation that could jeopardize of some sort, yet it condemns, the fact that of the language of mellifluous, is in fact not capable of words itself, due to mere benefits, gluttony and of plenitude as mentioned. Conceit, the abomination, the woebegone, the enmity, the malignity of prophesying dissension.
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Thesis- Histrionic
General FictionHas the world dissembled us? Segregated us from all of perpetuity? Such a nefarious yet tenacious world, not quite astounding isn't it? Have it be isolate us from certainty. Lets embark onto the intrasigent of the world, have it be endemic or fulsom...
