Muse what you might from misinformation. Mine came as a mind storm of mania. While I am rarely in a state of Ire, at times it’s a good vent for steam in the cranium. The flushed face of irritancies shows well the extent of one’s pulchritude.
Not my place to judge, my place to allow the effluvial nature exude. The delight of seeing calm within a stormy offering allows the writer to delight. It came as a realization when having a parley. Observation is all part f the act of listening. You can hear with your eyes and ears. Similar to tasting with your nose.
Mine is not the Ire I mention, its other’s which is more pleasing. Whilst I can dredge up that situation which can push you into the state of which we speak, that is not the direction to which I might leadst thou. Mere mention of a mnemonic might make you muster or mutter. My favourite from years in higher education was FSYLDSSRB. Call me if you know.
Don’t let your Ire out if you don’t. The only flushed face this season should be on the red togged sorts. Relinquished rallies of rants brings the beauty of colour of your mien. Are you the emotive type internally or externally? That within is with all. I can visually ingest that for days or nights or both.
Short today Shirley, make it strong.
Mark Hull Du Calumet, First of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia, and now Grandad's Land, and for some, from The Dark Side. Not am Main nor ab der Elba, but down the Donau, and with Turkish Chai. #garagelurker2019, also A.C., Cee Minus.
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