all can be understood,, personalites echo,, regardless of their hiding,, such skill,, an attributted inditement,, to their dedication towards,, the cause,,

one feels in complete ore and is tainted with redundancey to their dimensionless obviousness via and thoughout this facade,,

many experienced,, as a puppet master,, can shed a light,, as a 'thumbs up' to a recognised truth,,

when one knows all about another,, is one not expected too think the same of himself?,,

yet some situations are deliberate,, past and present,,
'too kill a mocking bird',, or to catch it?,, only the end of the animal farm literacy could serve to rectify this example,, as a reality,,

if only dion were here,, he'd know what to say,, only he alone could articulate without such obvious slight of mind,,

tempered with the genious of an artist-mind,, dark cederwood,, ambiquious in flavour,, combined with the color born by instituted turkey umber,, with a dash red oaker,,

pictures painted through the great mind of bernahrd,,

in sence we trust,,

excuse these musings as a stance requires apparent maintaining,, sarcasm the lowest form of wit,,

much love,,