Of a fluid disclosure of self-contained rhetoric, borne from spaced out intervals yet likened to a flowing tap: write in phrases of indiscriminate intellectualism, forgo the bounds of audience and perceived retention, indulge in transient objectivism; shamelessly selfish; a fiend for the abstruse; markedly uninhibited by anything less than insulting.
Understand that you may not; yet know that its meaning finds you anyway: a sea of clarifying prose interrupted by the few flashes of reason, yet soon washed over by the next wave in a long series of tumultuous pretense. If the argosy ends in despair, look not far for the eventual rescue, an ellipsis that fills its void with words closely akin to those we hear so much more frequently.
"It's okay. I'm here to help you, you'll be fine..."
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