Have I ever been maudlin? Did someone make me maudlin about someone? Did anyone make my sight nebulous? Well what I am writing here is idiosyncratic.
It was just a fatal attraction which was holding me really fast. Beauty which was, ineluctable. The first time when I met, for me it was an enigma of whether it is an encounter with an entity or a paragon of God? An individual, who is not bourgeois but hates bouillon,. A simple but an ambitious entity. Embedded with Anger which is virulent and something which can obliterate anything on the way, and can repudiate anyone in the next second.
As a child to the Parents , the child has been given by God a scourge , which could have led to a secession , but then it has never been a withdrawal , though there are revulsion, which is inevitable in the present case, the feelings have been an abysmal of emotions, but still no sign of renunciation. In this case the child is just an Amazon.
A thaumaturgist, because of the entity theosophy, with a voice like timbre, for me everything is immaculate about that entity. With stamina indefatigable, there are times when the entity has been really iniquitous though innocuous. Anyone would be forced to genuflect in front of that Entity. A breath which is Aromatic and an attitude which is assiduous. Whenever that Entity is around its all so concurrent. Everything around seems so disputatious, but docile.
Well this is all I can say about the Individual. My vocab for adjectives end here. I just hate to be estranged from that entity.
