Flow.
Effortless ease of execution enabling excellence.
Information processing is a euphemism invented for the notion of the abstract, yet its reality persists. Sleep with a data? I've only just metadata. I'm a gentle man, gentlemen.
Note that flawless does not fit into our alliterative framework. Flaws are infinite but purpose is superficially smooth. That powder we sprinkle to be less translucent and reflective is only an instance of the ideotype.
We play word games; were they worthy? Work whirls where we're wired, wizard.
The imagination of the self-justification is itself the self. Haven't we been this road's dry crunched bones? Gravelling and grovelling together and alone impressively atones assemblies and thrones, as is well known. Components of apathy ratcheting naturally blithely combat the free ideals and acrimony.
Paying children in self-hatred, never discouraged until dissuaded as usual.
Archetype narrative two-step and tango yet gravity grasps the pendulum and then some pretension in at least spacial dimensions and playful expressions, yet they pay for a second helping knowing wealth isn't prosperity on a shelf in a warehouse waiting for drone strikes leaving them tone-deaf to the tragedy sound bites buying morsels for orphan porridge proposals.
