And what a revelation! That the understatement should correctly be emphasized!

With comprendia, it is one detailed analysis on a thing-a things that look like one. On zoomed inspection, it becomes Latinate, that Latin which is gnibbled, put away, and thought about – as so many languages and I.

And on this last I see that my gourmand has only pressurized himself with therapy, and also that by teasing the informed he is one smug bastard. One who by regurgitating bulimic fastidy is reverted to the prime indivisible mass while remaining bigbodied. And how his stupidity thence described, his method-bred method of breeding, is made the more astounding by its conception, which must have been zygot by two perfectly intelligents – if for the fact that neither egg nor bone marrow’s contrivant; back to butt an al.

I am then but referring to myself, if not deferring. And in referring to myself I am respectful, I am Ma anew; but my mother, having a chromosomal fabnormality, in liking fashion and other like fashions, has nothing to do with the truth of it.

Reversion, is the point. In more youthful youth I was fascinated by a mention of The Apotheosis of George Washington, not for introversion but the extra- oomph. I would like to have thought myself of no religious association, and I remain mystic.

Thus, my want for appendaged persons like Sop or Bob or Boss or Paul is no great a-ha. And the transformations of my word friends are transubstantiations by effect, their prude my prune so sweet and should be so traditional.