Day 4

"Friday left me fumblin' with the blogs... ". I spin from wicker to wall wondering, does language density make dismissive discourse? A Rozakian vocabulary pitching high fast ones can chain your mind to a desk playing Bloom III, Learn Everything You Didn't Know Until You Die. "Well, the blogtenders, they all know my name..." Should language in its ideal form float, sink, or suspend? Do we fill sentence bladders with blather to linguistically lighten? Load phrases with sesquipedalian ringers for heuristic heft? I give a royal wave to the gravity of the matter. "They delink me when I'm posting up lame... "

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