The Illogicality Of Natural Existence .part one

We re not strangers to what we know and what we do in the context of epochal artisanship and not dissuaded partisanship to make us exude the spirit of accomplishment not availed to those dilletantes of historical fiction.We re the regalia and the reason for the season of adroit glorification and the royal emblems of the ministry of existence.Moreso as existentialism pays us to decelerate verve for indolence.In the context of an ignoramus,we re bumfuzzled and gobsmacked and aghast at the pollination of fools where parsimonious friction of insolence rears its ugly head.The rattled animation of those who dissipate and wink at deeds of derring-do sometimes turns the clueless into the flaccidity of its own catspaw.We risk nothing none whatsoever with exculpatory evidence to make us gore prior to the expulsion of remorse that whisk us into the emotivity of an accomplishment where stormy petrels pride themselves as the heads of history and reason for monumental historical transition.We cannot belabor as to be bespattered with bespoke idiocy to lend us overwhelming impunity to siphon our outmost but rational course of historical production beyond the subterfuge and pines of historical abrasion.The primordial empiricism of historical trajectory affords us to evade the numskulls and the divagated viewpoint of what mensrea in the context of historical ambience afford literally and metaphorically the transmutative course of historical production.We cannot be paid for long to sacrifice our fading pouch of historical abnegation and the farce of historical fiction for so long in the abrasion of commensurate rewards.The long but etchinated engravings of lost souls ravings and revilings in their sociopathic helluva of lost dreams sanctifies us towards the critical attainment of historical transmogrification prior to the sebaceous approach of illogical sombres.The hombres regardless of sinking machismo peradventure are diurnally armed with the solid evidence provided but being volatile as the volleys of change tends to slip away before we know it.Decelerated by the monumental scare of raging inferno its dissociative melee and the nightmares of grand canyon staring the us in the apparent oddities of spasmodic dread and elusive kismet.

The sanctity of forlorn dreams ensues upon the outstandings of public wishes where the fainthearteds are lost to the rigmarole of those who think and those pray for the revamping of sinking historical times.The gallivanting spree is halted at the magnetic maneuver of the most thoughtful ideologues of changing times.The gracious splash of sunny times tends to split the lily-livered from the entourage of the shrewdest held on rampage in the divertissemento of problem identification and monetisation.

We re what we re simply because we redefine our internal fabric of intricate existence at the  most ungrateful whims and caprices of lavishing turpitude and dying moral estate.Things barely matter to critically changing times where intuitively accomplishment is accorded much esteem not deciphered by the raving orgies of illogical winces.We re not turned until the glide of necessities seal us by fate into the whack of volatility in the sinking sand of relativity to which Albert Einstein worst intelligent fool in history once bestowed the rationality of all purpose energy production.Not being able to dissect the cluelessness of his own sanguine to undermine the strategic fact of natural existence that space time is constant factor and constant force in the manipulation of ontological existence.We re as naive as the bemused logicality of our existence to dispute the logics of the Machiavellian  computer that breeds our fading beings.

Suffice to say with ample but highly amplified empirical evidence that the perfidy of human existence overlays the nincompoops to bestride the gargantuan idiocy with the broken petals of gashed discretion and enthuse the illogicity of time and season and bestows disreputes to the organization of ontological spasm and organic mould of human existence.Nothing can buy existence beyond timology and timeline analysis of time and seasonal time. The characters of human transaction categorically imposes sublime maze on the indelible footprints of gracious times to which all asundry get emotionally asundered and overwhelmed .The postmortem of human thoughts were it to be exhumed from the burning grill of deadening earth and deafening clouds could be ascribed as the golden relics and sacred artefacts of historical polymorphosis.