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Dear Mr Wrong

I feel certain that a blog as important as yours will race to publish the enclosed objet d’art litteraire, “Decrepitudinous……” This piece, hard to write, will possibly be harder yet to read.

Title: “Decrepitudinous pharyngeal ululations – thick and dense”
Author: Jeffrey Clevenger

Extubious deleriosity fragmented by toiling shards of deferential silence miscreate fog traumas of shifting magnitude as chimerical miasms clutter elongated starched hats by heads unworn and tincturized filaments of pelting matter-spline, making mental ooze of the physical realities toward which it all reclines.

“The tar hat has fallen into an abyss of pestilence,” said the voice of the other two worlds unfolded. “I gasped feverishly," The industrious, criminal silence spanked noteworthy vestibules of conglomerated religiosity in clandestine clock-ticks of vituperative, frozen molasses time. Fluting rambunctiously, herding sawtooth herbivores multiflecked throughout the hillsides, pastures and valleys of my mind’s eye.

These ambiguously confounding rhenosaurs, conflated from the energies of and a protruberant angle of a combined art and science medium, fluctuated gradually along some alternative time and space dimension of high-speed, stereoanalytic purpose, whereupon their elastic paradiddles conjoin with fantastically misrepresented versimillitude.

And I bowed down in praise of the radiance of the inverting shadow essences. The terrible snout, loosing phlegm omnidirectionally was the chiefmost purveyor.

Thank you, your honor.