I thought I'd string some words together in a way that would impress you. I'll make them dance and turn and squish and slosh and quiver with equivocation.
Buttered words burned and churned with swerving concerns. They arch upwards creeping vines of words on stone towers vaulting lofty cloud scraping words. Words that flex mightily with pop and swelling curvature sleek lean shrink wrapped tissue with striation and...marbled goodies. Banished words out in badlands badly beaten scraggy dragged and tattered through twisted crags and dust dirt addled coughs back from the brink words. Words like birds. Words like a warm sweater from the dryer. Words simple like a good stone for holding on to.
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