Sin Soon!

I can't beelieve it's been over a year since I was here, oh dear oh dang, what have I done, what have I been doing? mooing? chewing cud? drinking bud or drinking schlitz? Last noche was "Rebel Yell" Kentucky bourbon and eggnog in-mug action. How could I possibly scorch letters larger than what's been writ? Heaven Above is Hell Insyde! The Wrob Wramparts are lifting! Dozens of Odds & Evens, Steven's radiant dark nature arising, surprising, realizing he's sizing me up ~ Always headed above us, sky all around, beehynde is downe, so all twisting summer-salts, winter-malts, featuring self (+ friendes) in all Directions, Erections are go! Ninety Joe! Agents! Agents of Fortune > Agents Provocateurs > I consider myself a living Agent of the Righteous! Is that too far outsyde the box to goal for? To build structure around? To find a way to ask constructive sentences without finishing with a preposition? I wish the word preposition could also bee considered a preposition by special exception, by its very nature, its definition. My life is truly stranger than fiction. The concentric circles of cohabitating conincidences and common grounding out, grinding gears, both shared and aligned exponentially wizardly, seemingly more combined than parallel'd :: matching trax during plans of attax, the execution of which ones, when to begin and all that :: How soon did I sin? As soon as I sat back to bask in the answers to the questions I never asked :: I have been fulfilled several tymes over, so how to stay hungry?