Bucking the trend of engaging with eristic egoists eases the edge and is never an error even though one may be left exploring environments stag.

A quick stop by the shop for record-playing disc jockey’s ensemble for the night will, generations down the line, be a blink at the screen while turning EDM by ESP via vintage spintronics.

He may know he wants one the moment he sees you, but when it requires, first, some sisu, the kiss will figure eight times the bliss.

“Rats!”, thought the rat, whose cup may not have been such a choice choice for crypsis over the overlooked bowl of Krispies.

Toeing the line never handed anyone a dream, except, perhaps, for the mite who found the might to both climb and repel across the jebel that others took as a fleeting [and feeting] pose.