vīgintī   sex

"I have no idea. You might be wondering.'

He hadn't had the time to find his words. He had been meaning to do it but did have no choice.

He was trying to figure out the whole thing. He was trying to put in place all the odds and things which are confined to them.

The hall was very smoky and he was trying to make meaning of the whole thing. He was thinking and hoping that the hall wouldn't be in a great mess.

First of all, he had no idea what was inside it. They only just simply were trying to figure out what they did have there.

Well, he couldn't speak for the monster. He could only see his own plight. He didn't know what the monster was thinking. He knew of course that twould be far from his own thoughts.

He knew quite well that he needed no soothsayer to say that to him. He needed no priest to walk him through the odds.

His eyes were weary and he was eager as much as possible to soothe them. He had no idea how to do that or go about it. He really wished that he were able to do that.

The smoke was thickening more and more. He didn't know what was going wrong.

He was trying as much as possible to figure out but he simply couldn't. He was trying to register the whole deal in the border of his mental horizon.

He knew that that could help but couldn't simply reach the apex of the action. He hoped that he would have his way around it.

He didn't know what to think or how to believe that. Time would be eager to test the whole deal. He was more than sure about it.

He was putting up everything he did have in him. Twasnt like he did really have a choice.

Even if he did have a choice, he hadn't figured out what he was going to do with it yet. He was still hoping that time would be sane enough to help him spill the rage.

He knew that he wouldn't have to stay in that mode for like for eternity. He knew quite well that the smoke would still have to stop.

He didn't know how he would go about it. He didn't know how to see to it, but that was that he could think of.

He tried to make into confetti his hideous thought. He was hoping that things would be put in place. He looked at the monster seating before him.

That was the tool of his consolation. He had no idea why he had banked his trust on him. He had no idea why he had put all his hope in him.

He had no idea why he was beginning to owe his life to him. He knew that he would never do that in the first place.

He knew that he would never put up with that in the first place. He knew that he would had never thought of it. But that time was a stray and there was nothing he could.

He was hoping that even if anything odd did happen, the monster would be there to save him. He didn't know why he did have to believe.

He was trying not to believe what his instinct was whispering to his consciousness. He didn't know why in the wide world the monster would had brought him to where he would be hurt.

He had no idea why and where. He had no idea what that was. The feeling was strange and raw.

How about if the monster alongside his beast had brought him there to teach him some lured lesson, what would he be able to do.

He had never thought it that way. He knew that that was never possible. He had never seen the monster behave that way.

He had never thought him to be that hideous. He didn't know why he was beginning to defend the personality of the creature. He didn't know why truly. Well he did have an idea why.

He did know what his rage and excitement was seeped in. He was only trying to steer clear of the odds he couldn't identify with.

But how about he was wrong about who the Poseidon was? How about if he had been feeding himself some lanky lies.

He didn't know what to believe anymore. How about if the monster had brought him there to suffer him or something close to that.

He didn't know why he was nursing that thought. He simply was trying to put up with every thought which was at his disposal.

That was all that he could think of. That was all that he could do and he had gotten on it.

He tried for a second to quit the thoughts and put into consideration what the monster had said earlier.

He had no idea how held in the thoughts he had been. He shouldn't had done that of course. He should have been upfront of course.

He should had put up with odds and rage. He should had made up in his mind to have a stray to the action.

He knew that the break of breath or words which the monster had just done was owed to some hideous stances.

He was more than familiar with that. He could use several odds. He knew what that could mean. He was trying to read several possible answer to it.

He was trying to make the deal off the charts. He didn't know whether or not to meet the expectation of the monster.

He didn't know how that would make him feel. He didn't know if he was truly enjoying himself or something close to that.

Even if he wasn't, he would figure the things out soon. He would put up with the odds soon. He would make the rage known soon and would connect with it.

That was all that he would do. He tried to find some words which would possibly match up the expectations of the clown; that was the best name he could had given to him.

"I bet you don't always play around words."

"Ah. I tell you, I haven't met a poet as worst and saucy and ill-mannered as you.

You're like a plague of being. You did have all the hideous attributes contract into a whole in you.

I bet you have no idea how hideous that is. I bet you think that you're being wise trying to be all smarty with words.

You think you're graceful and spell yourself some hay of the doe. Hell wrong you are."

He didn't actually know why the monster was making a mountain of a molehill. He hadn't thought it that way of course.

He had been considering it from a worn out perspective. He had been trying to put up with the rage and attain his rage.

He had been trying to make meaning of the pain and all the mess that they were in. He couldn't actually speak for the monster.

He didn't know if he was used to such thing. He should of course be used to them. Twas where did live and where he had been to all his life.

He tried as much as possible to break his thoughts into splinters as he tried to reached for the cleavages of what the monster had said.

The monster seemed to be worried and displeased. He didn't care how he had set him off. He loved to always have him angered.

Nothing did give him joy than that. He tried to register the thought which was leaping at him.

He knew quite well that he wouldn't do away with it. He was more than sure about it. He was trying not to put all his eggs in a basket.

The monster did mention about other poets. That of course should be some joke or something close to that.

He didn't know what was joke anymore. And he was trying as much as possible to make a boring thing sound funny.

Twas always nauseating and draped in shit. He knew that he would never revere the annoying stance. That was the last thing he would ever do.

He wouldn't put up with that ever. Time would teach him what to do.

He didn't know what that was or what that would be. Time was very eager of course. He decided to speak instead.

He shunned that thought. He didn't know if that was the best option or thing to think about. He couldn't arrive at a sane conclusion.

He hoped that he would be able to do that soonest. He tried to figure out the odds for what they truly were.

If twere really true that poets had been coming there or Poseidon had been seeing poets or meeting them, then he was in good hands.

He didn't know why he would think such thought. Yea of course. He would be able to figure out what to do.

He knew that he would meet them soonest of course. He was more than sure about that, even though the certainty was made from shoel.

He then decided to have his glottis itched.