Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Baby, Tell me what'd I say...

Golden moments transfixed by spatial disquietude catapult silence into the pantheon of effective communicative spoilsport, when, oftentimes, it is "far more effective than the inferior ranted speech. Special motivations lend bedrock credulity to human force majeure, as intense grief, deep anger, emotional distress and passionate love rend mute, feckless verbosity woefully bereft of acoustical orgiastic innervison.

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