Things, these little nuances of text, are brought about every day by us and of course. If they weren't then it wouldn't be the same, would it? The emotion that brings about the most of these ample flexes is love. An omnipresent force that takes supremacy over everything else, all we do and all we say while under its spell is because of it. It's funny but when you truly love someone you can't stop vomiting all over them, have you noticed? I first noticed because of Jennifer, she was a truly beautiful woman who stole all my money. The memory of our original meeting is still to this day firmly embedded in my brain-bag, ah, it was a magical moment. The sky was in the air and the trees were bluer than ever before then suddenly there she was coming out of the ship, oh, I was sick all down my front. Possibly due to the nose of her. My word, there isn't a single moment that I haven't regretted with her, from my fleeting gestures to her from the other side of the room to the fifteen times I became excited and slapped her across the face.
She came out of the sea-vessel, her eyes as gorgeous as Davina McCall and her hair long enough to bite, and she was wrapping herself in tight knots as she was marching to pay the brass band. I went up to her and asked if she would like a dance. Willing girl with shoulders to match, she obliged. We did the Harlestiarse down the length of the walkway, never for one moment giving a tonker's whisk about the state of the rainforests. She took me to many musical concerts and I followed her to many musical concerts, it was a fair and equally balanced relationship. Neither of us admitted that we had been happier at any other time of our lives.
Me, obvious, being who I am, made one too many or three many mistakes when I was around her. Around her. Round her a. Her round a. Jennifer. Jennifer. Sweet-sweet Jennifer, how wicked you turned out to be wicked. At one dinner, I used the wrong fork and then my colon gave way.
