It's not encapsulating the moment when it slides on by, either in a spoken word, a gesture, or phrase that doesn't carry with it the weight of serious content, but only the incredible lightness of being of any given conversation, the definitive limitations, but it is in letting it be, to encounter whatever the outcome dictates, that makes the experience so volatile. Naturally to make it really ornate, you can't think of any consequence attached to the parameters of the given choice of speculative harangues, while inducing a dare into your environment to soak it up, and with the will of the whispered intent, you can turn and walk away, hoping that in time the angelic nature will be led to the promised land.
Now maybe before any Big Bang should awaken your departure, keep whatever nuance is lazily hanging out carefully hidden in the subtle clues that the M and M's have left in their attempts to get you to phone home, hoping that the distances traveled with be well within their reach. It is not intrinsic to the Jester's belled cap that someone knew you were coming, but once the remark had stood before what little audience you treated to the occasion, no one will have gotten any wiser, or realized that you had appeared out of nowhere to casually insult their protocols, and with each passing segment of cultural epitaphs, no one has either felt besmirched and will in all the efforts to deny, have accustomed themselves to the contracts attached to such frivolity's intentions.
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