Choline

Broken hearts conjure me to appear in the midst of a circle littered with apple slices. A captive no doubt. Their potted plants wilt regardless surrendering to yellowish brown hues. Open every window in the house until sparrows fly through. It will hardly matter. The corruption will hang thick in the air until the entire fellowship doubles over in the grips of nausea. Pure character must be sifted until the examining mind is cramped. Catalyze wisdom with offense and the lesser will beg pardon. Though I teach a thousand, nine hundred hold a branch to their nose. Where is pleasantness abounds you will find students of every stripe? Observe laboratory mice scurry through fragrant department stores pretending to find what only I deal out. Every gold rush is emersed in brackish water teaming with innumerable parasites culminating in an ooze of disgusting paste that can only be call mud for brevity's sake. It is from this nexus of impurities that you will find my doctrine. Such a prized plumb. It is only gotten by hazarding one's good standing. A little known fact touching reputation; it can survive a side adventure. It may be retrieved later from tinfoil wrap. Any good name can be refrigerated for up to a month. None will inspect a quick departure. So roll up both pant legs and grit the teeth as you wade in buoyant inconveniences. Past the embankment lies a compost heap where I will give my address.