item #8301

Thank you. This at knife-point...

I sweat, '...Characterful boundlessness; oh, abstract into folds of but but but...'. Digging, I add, '...my trope is counterparticular; neither analogue nor homologue but duologue...'. All of this I say despite myself, convinced of the limitation of constancy itself. I am both for and against agreed norms, sic inside. Still sweating, I rub, '...Hell of congruence - all constructs, nominations and identities, mediate your petitions in me...'. And what of principles? Might we magnify social accord itself, perhaps into a list of easy penetrations? All I know is that I am preternatural and obligated. Thanks for the exorcise.