A collection of concocted yestreen and/or nexterday recollection
beyond retrieval that a full retreat of ingenuous siren voices in aria
quivering with indigenous quavers for an ingenious octave into a flight of affected
affection as recherché fantasy from several retired robotic cyborgs for a
quixotic quid pro quo in radical exchange for a serendipitous pursuit of a condescending
complex of inferiority proves to be mere repercussions incidental to manifestation
manipulated by a vile vibe released, if not radiated, from a discretionary disposal
of intuitive instinct intrinsically constructed within an eclectic frame of quicksilver
mindset in quizzicality and whimsicality.
