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Ok so enough of that. You see, therein lies the probelm. Incoherency of the masses. The pretentious have far too few rights and should be gratned far more of the same, in order that our world may be impvoed for the common good and for he decnecy of all those ideals, which too long to speak of in a simple sentence, may, in brazen defiance of proper style, be written as so and go on for pages at a time, leaving all readers to gasp for lack of periods and other such punctuation marks such that the sentecne seemingly drifts on forever, without finite conclusion of definite end, leading to improper understanding of the ideals as the stand and leaving a tase quite bland that does not rinse away with a bottle of taffy and a licorice, nor can be picked with the grandest tooth pick, and in such a manner that the writer himself grows weary of the task and begins to scream in indefinitie resoltuion and frustration over the excessive length than present in his basically grammtical yet highly intelliglbe monseter of a sentence that he had created and in which the idea that had been central to its birth and production is so totally unclear that he commits sucide despite the intentions otherwise by mass suffocation by an excess of empty words, each without meaning, but in which he debates the proper use of the English spellings.
yeah so there it is in a cantaloupe rind,
MEB