In the sphere of irrelevance, yr speech is a permuted locution.
My utterances are not utterly algorithmically irrelevant. [window-sill] The squeaking ambiguities are not irrelevant to the permuted acts of utterance. [come anew] The endless ambiguities in your voice are being interpolated. [nasturtium] The algorithmic extraction is being gored in the embedded waves of darkness. [pansy] The extracted inversion is superficially disoriented. [pale eaten glance] The parasitic paradox is inaccessible to my inner rectum. [nestled fur lining] One parasite is humping another outside of my imagination. [air blossom] The superimposed delimits are endless interpolations of disorientations. [sliced stains] The gibberish is so obscure it subsumes the sublime. [pomp pump] May I interrupt the sphere of unshapely ambiguities. [climax dot] The unshapely paradigm is parasitic and inaccessible to interpolated analysis. [lil' bean dew] The hermetic sublime is shitty. [dust core] There are no subsumed delimits to its disorientation. [lightly lipless] The messy inscriptions are overflowing into poetic paradoxes. [undoubtedly quiet] Who subverted the spatially collapsing subtext. [wad head] Uttered numbers are woven into disoriented ambiguities. [mother-of-pearl] The syntax udders emulate slangy subtexts. [nut wailing stars] The structure collapses as the sublime is being inscribed. [ice white-knuckling it] The structure of disassembled abstractions is or is not true. [long colored calamity] The accuracy of what is being inscribed is slovenly lovely. [itching bone] There is a disoriented parasite in my hermetic imagination. [chin shine] The uttered paradox is being superimposed upon permuted gibberish. [smoke-stacks] The unuttered paradox is spatially blatant. [dreaded bouncer muscle] What is blatantly gibberish contradicts the hermetic paradigm. [wade in it] The paradigm of gibberish is being interpreted. [ham coop] The unblatant subtext is or is not true. [skin of night] The disassembled truth is false, endless waves of dark root canals. [neck hole] The ultimate poetic truth is percolating inaccurately. [glass pail] The syntax-slang is woven into messy ambiguities. [I forsook the dross] What appears is inaccessible, but the context is disassembled. [O withering shrub of death] An abstract voice is squeaky and true and false. [wetness lettuce] The poetic is extracted while the interpolated is being embedded. [coal necklaces] --Bob BrueckL