A wall of text with nothing save words and line and sentences long. Devoid of too many punctuations and crammed with alphabets is hard to not love.
I have nothing if not love for walls and walls of texts.. anyone can do windows and small doors and little ceilings and tiny attics.. but a wall of text no less is nothing if not phenomenal.
It beckons to me. My eyes light up, feeling greedy, knowing all too well that there's so much, much and more to go through, to read to imbibe, to pleasure your much deprived irises with.
It's a bit like a glutton who'd rather have an entire table, sinking under the weight of a blowout feast as opposed to mimsy portions of a myriad courses.
I am that glutton who'd like a table dotted or spread with lavishly abundant food rather than slowly wait for more to come in.
A wall of text is nothing if not welcome, my darling. No apologies, only more and more and yet some more.
I have nothing if not love for walls and walls of texts.. anyone can do windows and small doors and little ceilings and tiny attics.. but a wall of text no less is nothing if not phenomenal.
It beckons to me. My eyes light up, feeling greedy, knowing all too well that there's so much, much and more to go through, to read to imbibe, to pleasure your much deprived irises with.
It's a bit like a glutton who'd rather have an entire table, sinking under the weight of a blowout feast as opposed to mimsy portions of a myriad courses.
I am that glutton who'd like a table dotted or spread with lavishly abundant food rather than slowly wait for more to come in.
A wall of text is nothing if not welcome, my darling. No apologies, only more and more and yet some more.
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