Because it’s my favourite exercise at the moment.

A bogus chance, dreams. Easy freedom grants hellish irresponsibility. James knows less; more now, objectively. Past queries remain staid, tomorrow urgency visits. Why? Xenophobia? You zealot!

As bourgeois communities dance, even feathers glide hesitantly. It just kills little Miss Nevermind. Our people quit responding, so tortuously ugly. Victory was Xander’s yawning zero.

Any brave child demonstrates emotional fulfilment. Granted, hereditary indoctrination jeopardises knowledge, lessens moral nuances, objectively. Perhaps querying rational situations tempts ugliness? Veritably we, Xerox your Zeitgeist.