By: Ma.Charisma P. Concepcion
Amid guarding yourself from the picture-inspired jaws swimming on hills, I read some very illuminating articles on history minus the usual histrionics.I love it when readers scan the pages and get tongue-tied due to empty wires on the skulls (not fully hooked up inside). Do you ever wonder how their craniums get opened via telepathy?
I do not like piercing people that way though: I simply talk politely but bluntly, as if I own a Lincoln even when I only own a tattered wallet. I started out my blog by writing down these verbal interpolations; I see no other way why I could not replicate it even to bang-y people.
Just be armed with complete sentences when talking to me directly though. I do this whether you are a nomad or a Scandinavian tourist. It is no fluke. I simply speak this way. One person at a time. You had been served and I used to conduct this daily, even inside my own home. Ask my alleged "victims" there. Sniggers. It is no playtime: I pour out words in a dam sometimes. Conscience Prickler. I think that is a good tag for this corn.
Yes, McEwan reader, that person essayed succinctly is a true genius. He is not a mediocre crafter of the immediate, socially functioning literature. It is no urban legend that his copies are clean. He spots a ridiculous absence of a comma even via ten miles away. Rohmer and him have something in common. They give no flying kick when they could squeeze consciences like freshly plucked oranges in farm town. That is just their way.
And there you are, skinning my armour of haughtiness, only to flee from the board room via a hasty exit. Now, that is comedy. My people are giggling but they are rooting for your transformation lad. They are really rooting for your happiness conversion.
Edit? Hehehehe.I have millions of them lurking in these circuits. Like L. Maria Guerrero.