A wall of text is probably my favorite wall to scale.
I mean what can ever be wrong with a wall of words? Like a convergence of thoughts with no gaps whatsoever meant to be relished while buried under the pleasant weight of ambrosial words.
What am I if not a glutton? Imagine a festive table creaking under the weight of exquisite dishes. Nectarous in coherence and scrumptiously fluent, laid out luxuriously lavish and unrestrained; there I stay, sprawled amongst the lettering, imbued, soaking wet in a wall like tsunami of generous words, that keep washing over me, in waves, back and forth.
Straddling each titillating line, wallowing in its unending piquancy, bewitched by its sorcerous spell of effortless eloquence, letting it enter me softly, slowly, every which way, every which where.
Hearts.
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