A Person Who Is Widely Considered 'An Honest Broker' Is Alleged To Believe That This Post Approaches 'Truth', However Obliquely.

A plank which (mistakenly) serves as a threshold ...

... is a term aimed at the cohesion of America's festering force.
                 
                 -or-

.... grips us with a wanton, perilous, venom-excluding, scathing                  
               knock.
                  

                  -or-


..... allows our fundamentally pleasing hosiery a small margin for                 
                 earning a leap of breath.
                   

                   -but then again-



When something this invincible, yet sorely underused. tricks a                    
             stand-alone buffer to weep with rust in its sights, then...



... all bets are either off or placed at some distance aside from the                
             main turning blade.
                    


                           -or-



... a translucent disk enables a portable cheerless façade to skim a                  
                 triple stone within my shaded obedient storyboard and a                        
                      simple grain emits a durable lisp in a one-size-fits-all                             
                             bonhomie.

Then, far be it from me to reckon a boldly talentless mantle-trampling wizardry as the One True Need which will serve as a motley placeholder for the last unidentifiable minuscule object at rest in safety mode we can remember ever forgetting.


This might seem 'not quite right' but a restriction popularly evaded and a dread easily wreaked upon my sullen pupil, would, even now, produce an escalating panic in objects in motion. It's why the bland woman in charge of seating arrangements is mumbling coded fragments into a monogrammed blue hankie. And also why a person of hair mounts a dream defense even while establishing a paramount liquid as the drink of choice.

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But if all this is true, then where and why would we insist on standing? And who would risk a boastful refrain when a perquid vank would reveal the only trail we bleed? Move.

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