the age of technology bred a pile of awe-inspiring prodigies with the prowess of roughly 200 words per minute. dispossesed of any sterling content and concept, the prodigies move forth without ever actually coming to a conclusion. i am personally taken aback (with astonishment and utmost respect) by the kind of banter one could only find in the best of reality television show. with words so ardent and eloquent and vocal and undeniably dynamic, i am, with each entry, instantly stirred and stimulated. like being moved by the real world (preferably las vegas season).
i'd propose a toast, but i haven't any flavored vodka.
i have merely my arrogance to cheers with and to choke on.
