Alliteration always affects an attitude.
Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2015 3:35 pm
My son, Buck of the dawn, posted the following on his blog:
I am inspired to instigate an onslaught of ill-wrought alliteracy.I sit pensively poised ready to post another previous perennial paradox from my thoughts, pontificating these powerful feelings that perforate my persona. Lately I languish in silence as I longingly linger on leftovers from latter days. Making memorandums of memories mixed with minimal and maximal motives, I massage my mind for the mystery of meaning behind these monotonously morose meditations. Winded, I wearily wander wantonly through wisps and whispers of wondering which wildly call me to the wide waking wilderness. Obsessively orbiting my oblong organ for the origins of the obtuse ideas that openly operate me. These nagging noises nip and nibble at me trying to nail my neurological nightmares to me as I navigate the network of my neurons hoping I may now neglect this neurosis.