Inane Episode 1
With respect to most people, incomplete sentences do
The right hand, not knowing what colour is the least favourite of the left hand's littlest sister who is allergic to eggs and prefers sage to thyme, denied the right of left to be politically right. Why write this? Left leaning writers assess their rites to writing from the right. I should know.
When speaking clearly about the vaguest notion of a concept that is ill defined that describes a topic unencumbered by detail, Gary stumbled upon only the thirty-seventh and fifty-sixth words, both having begun with the letter J. In retrospect Gary would have looked back.
To amplify the surliness of the Arctic air not currently flowing south towards enigmatic derision, would be unlike any other parenthetically deviated obfuscation, livid in its sacred peace. It would be more like a damp disarming dirigible, plagued with a melancholy consciousness. "Sorry," it would say on its way out the window, taking off with great equanimity.
It would take the widest celebration to enamour filibusterers who, lacking any wrist watch, lose track of themselves during the most vividly misinterpreted speech that they left at home and replaced with regurgitated distasteful expressions. In placating the masses into a dank submission, Gary the filibusterer congratulated himself twice; once for having accomplished no insurmountable task, and a second time because he forgot he had done it the first time.
Waking up in the armpit of a stranger is not all that interesting a tale to tell. I should know.
The other thing about incomplete sentences