only fun. (to be read generally with an intonation of a dragging question right after the dot-dots.)

[luao]

Forced air, in a car, there's nevermore a sort of Else, whilst I succeed in daily chore, behaving as I do, so.. false. And in a gaze, flawed in perception, I am one fallen who shall persist to.. SMILE! as my.. false-comrades, I do so evermore beguile. And 'tis a task but fit for few, with timing ever-so manipulated, to seem as though my being True, was something less than contemplated. But, all in all, a painted visage, though ye know not, blinded assuaged.. Much my gratitude, that you so prove, a creature sanctioned to routine, and force the air, that forced a smile, and craft a horn for tooting(!).. Oh august apostrophes! Why, why, why, why, why, still with actions so adverse, to the Free-Will of my mind! But are we not all forms of clay, and Perverse enough in kind..

A bit jumpy and inconsistent, 
A first draft soliloquy.