September 2, 2017

FEROCIOUS I- TREACHEROUS DAY Part two

Alas,they enrobe in the shadow chase,of bittersweet escapades,brat of bling-bling blustery,blasphemous obscures the heart,has blindspott'd blast from the jungle.Trod.Blink.Blink trod.Blink dead.What may you plead for?what blind's spot by a blind's man buff?I who blithe the forlorn days,now blistering not unseen,whose blip,stood blithering ,saddled upon ferocious i,to navigate landmines of the treacherous days.A blinker is thrown into the trough and lo,treacherous days assailed and assuaged.That i blotch its blueblooded birth?That i with a blustery of bluechip bluntness did eschatologise them and bay time 's positive herald at my shore.And baste posterity on my berth and opined to struggle,even to apotheosis,of the blue collar blurt and despicableblowsies?Boardroom of booboos and simplistic recklessness,meeky bookish refrain of the bootstrap'd boon of the ferocious I,trigger'd in the silence of treacherous days.Treacherous biles on the castrate of bastinados,to cudgel of cumbrous darn?

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