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I changed the way this blogs looks. I darken all that you need not read, and brighten that in which content, of my choosing, be highlighted. I am also currently writing, in this pretentious, comma saturated, speak, that which your damn may not be given. Black as the night tardy to the moon's wake, who sneezed out disease, viral plague, infecting all of a water-born yellow fever.

Who will I miss, that memory of the wide orangeness, looped together by looms of fruit? What speak of thee, for that question, it was not. To be of fashion anymore grand would be, the writings of emotion in the code of Morse. What fowl cliques of the Queen's this be, ye' od mix'd wih forc'd Middle English. Once a shark, that swims in water, quickly drowns in a sea of alonelyness, the fish of noble, to never meet barnes. Fudge the rain, fudge the sky, fudge the world, chocolate smears the ground when steps are passed, and passed again.

This day is of loving harps, who's song, sings, love's heart. Whether upside-down, backwards, down-side-sideways, the order of the heart's beat neither fades, nor differs, as the organ of necessity. Winds will blow later, the yellow sparrow flies, wings spread through rough turbulence of desire. Subject adjective object, adverb, adverb, verb, noun, verb, noun...