first, sakes - of nervous tense, breathe lonely liquid, slow and dense

against the whole of what was understood - is this not the basis of all that is ugly and debased in conservatism? is not conservatism itself sold to the lowest bidder, slavenly poached as though a necessity for bile and limpid recalcitrance were the basest necessities? let's not imagine they were - or perhaps, let's, but then let us change our base of interest elsewhere, for who wants to get stuck with that kind of nonsense?

there existed, once, or so they tell me, or to be honest they never did, because such a thing never was, and here we are on conservatism's doorstep, and let's ponder and also let's peek a greedy eyeful into the keyhole, shall we?

if theres one thing that has always embarressed the unembarrassable, it is the notion of the inalienable subtlety of self-indulgent solipsism - for one is only ever embarrassed in front of oneself.

what a pathetic fuck one is.