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The quandills of life makes it imperative for man to somewhat affect the lives of an unforseen but stewartly targetted audience with gustoic followance.
The thrills and drills of life makes mine a vascular apportionment of ups and downs ganished with pellets of achievements..
Despite the wind of complacency blowing around me and giving my aura a little glow of esteem, i am still of the belief that the auld lang syne of my natality is not worth mentioning but perhaps the dwarp of my personality may be worth acknowledging..
My beliefs....
In actuality , i am of the disposition that the much i have achieved is not worth more than a drudge of raucous ignominy cascaded in an igloo on nothingness...
The disparity between the things achieved and the things yet achieved can be compared to the chasm between the poor [infamous] and the rich [famous]...
The thought of this gap dispels my seeming applaud and replaces it with denizens of somberity...
I recall with a heavy heart the words of a gypsy woman who lamented over the briefness of life and oceanic palate of unaccomplished things...
Please engest the contents of this write up with a pellucid heart and reflect on the futility of man's toils on earth in a bid to evade the opague nature of life...
Remeber the words of the preacher..." vanity upon vanity is all vanity ".
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The Genesis....
Before the conception, I existed as a microscopic spermatozoa in the testicles of my Pa..,The yearnings and agitations of nature resulted in the deposition of the herd [ spermatozoa ] into a tubular vesticle with the comfort of chance..
Yes..., the chance of life - if strong and fast enough to reach the ovum -.
The struggle started and the race of life began; I was not the quickest neither was I the strongest but I was definitely the winner and before my comrades could settle, i was already into the porported ovum, I was there basking in the euphoria of my awaiting the ultimate prize - " Birth ".
The Natality...
The beauty and mystery of life made my general physique yearn for a glimpse of light and a breath of fresh air...
The restiveness of my tiny frame resulted in the birth of this audacious maestro...ME.
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This orotund site seeks to delve into the libretto and toccata of an audacious maestro......
Without mincing words or enslaving your brain with overstretching vulgarity which may lead to the osteoporosis of your placid mind, I present to you the neonality of the goodfella....
The kaleidoscope of life makes it difficult to ascertain the geneology of man but to a fair degree of accuracy , i would try to cattigate my autobiography with a touch of centrism because i believe in the emancipation of the hoi polloi from the shackles of political brontosaurus, who come in the guise of unavoidable political kedgeree accompanied by ormoluated utensils.
Please do not get me wrong , my aim is not to bombard you with maestroms of political kamikaze but I believe that once in a while every individual becomes chafed by the bric - a -brac and impolitical maneouvers done to their country by a group of loco aristocrat,"what a pity".
I implore you to come along with me leaving the terrain of politics ...With compunction, i bid you welcome.
Give me a call...
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