🚀 go-pugleaf

Cold Passion and High Talk; noise, noise, noise.  Whether ret'conned
or no, complimentary-meant, and unearned: I've no reading ability, any
your indemnity indemnity clauses jink-give the plastered one(1)-pinned
self sold half-sheeted, kilt-dawned and harpy d'accord: the langspiel
played in perfect algorhythm to your tantivy croon chronicled in the
past (burlesqued): I'd only devised to be an inconstant troubadour:
alloy blame as per the copyrighted instructions (Danny's English,
Ltd.), highlighted on the blacklist (& which? Niall Newell? You've
begun to confess volumes of half-truths, I fear) of all the wrongs you
exactly right little black book ticked, playing yr Christie Malry to
my Shrike while I play my Shrike to yr Miss Lonelyhearts (and so on,
and so on, and all manner of things shall be so on) -- but, I ouch
oubliez (oops) language read nor the I can use neither; loggerheaded I
remain (where the Birds are) despoiling the Sanctuary which you've
corn syrupped into a halo effect ("This-Side-of-Parodied"? too much
bargaineering: "This-Side-of-Parrotied") my neglige lorica: so: whence
fine, fine livre have you namesaked this cop? o pardon, that'd be a
Hilary-ous Caudwellian (nix Orwellian) twist: the policeman, sworn to
duty by blood of oath, oaf detailed past revealed fin de partie; let's
hope not.  And, while deep-66ing these foibles and bit-parts should
these rollicks be too forceful, jump ship and go wait on that kratogen
(hardly yr inimitable, so Daniel tries, style).  Presently, I'm
whether-beaten beneath yr gently lightly slowly tenterly explorations
(will she or won't she (audible gasp)) of mug-lowered kisses midst
soubretto notes of COWARD.  What proof of my culiciform stings you so? 
Once me o'er, loge me away, kept Hero.  I've tried it all, and yet,
and yet: should I presume: what tessera might I flash from the
parquetted virtuality?  Having tried all the obvious, I surrender to
yr surge protector: obliterate me, spectral tant(ra) mieux manner.  Yr
scripts bade me foredoomed (buzz buzz): IG wins, yr athar (not mine)
wins, you bloody well win ... corpse I've been, corpse I am, corpse I
shall be.  Anything else I can get milady?

M. (telerath)