For The Story

The esotericism of the most simplistic thoughts clings to ones cognizance like a leper, so irrevocably elegant and somewhat systemic in its dim priorities. it repeats itself in cacophonous litotes as the very nature of life itself becomes antediluvian, primal and in a sense daemonic. The physical rugosity of the minds which prioritize such deliberation is in many senses like stygian oars battered against ones own countenance.    To think any more of the mind is not only foolish, but imprudent. What a blessing it is that minds cannot venture so far as to capture the very essence of thought and titrate it with divine inspiration.   oh, and we watched 2003's Daredevil.