An Interlocutors Invasion

The longing prancer dancing, just out of time to incline his defining sublime canter has impressed no one other than the light reflecting from the combination of his chromed backpack and greened snapback, matching the indicated company of his rat pack. Thereby prescribing a cackling rejoice from the conspirators of whom provided a plentiful portfolio of prejudice, enough to castrate whatever indecencies, from an outsiders perspective, he is presumed to have committed. Without trying to endure credulous lament for the actions that professed not only systematic patterning but for the most part his choice is uncontrollable, let alone shameful to respond to.

In any stance the blinding signet of might berates the stylistic ownership, we’re biologically claimed to desire, if they’d have tried harder they might have convinced you to redact the warranty furthermore the possession of identity separate to theirs. The gazing glares of two stabbing irises, compose your glance and offer the comical decency of an unnecessary redemption. Despite the abundant lack of courtesy, you should never allow the observer to assume more individual prestige by conditionally intuitive hierarchical design. Which ought not pride the pompous opinion that regardless of the accessories decree, the initiate shouldn’t infer a connection from the decision not to; considering themselves to be more interpretive, presentable and fundamentally acceptable in the present situation. For it has essentially been derived by a lifetime of resulting social analytical consciousness that invited the flawed interrogative inspection: What on earth are you wearing on your head?

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