Inspiration...Sadness...and whatever life takes
Sunday, November 23, 2003
 
Epistalatory Reciprocration

"___: however,the standards here are fatally abysmal
___: I was told that this was a fantastic 'blog' ,in which the 'blogger' engages the reader in intriguing passages.
___: Cool? U people are obviously from neighbourhood schools,judging frm ur level of intelligence and grievously appaling command of the english language
" Tagboard on http://embracethecurrent.blogspot.com

Most revered reader of my blog with the awfully stilted psuedonym,

It is almost a pleasant surprise of a person with exquisite or perhaps even epicurean tastes to patronise my blog, and in truth, "fatally" gratituous. I positively relished in the fatutous sardony you managed to contrive (Standing ovation? Thank Goddess "copious amounts of absurdity" did not come to my mind). Your acerbity was little lacking though, rather distasteful, don't you think? Maybe, olive oil and some dashes of vinegar would do.

Continue your good work, altruistically devestating "The Neighbourhood School" image (That I am very much an exponent of) and finally your father's economy; you ostensibly should find yourself some abyss as esoteric as your impeccable "Standards of English Language" could advocate and ultimately surprise yourself with it. Wonderful smiles and all joy. Have a "fantastic" day.

cuRRent...jer

P.S It is only dreadful that one should pique my intellectual curiousity. Quite conspiciously, confess your sins, perpetrator! =p Besides, I would neither eviscerate nor decapitate such un-neighbourhood school people, I suppose.
P.P.S Very evident that your efforts were not as heuristic as I have anticipated. The British Council Loves you, so do I! =p

To my other readers.

No, I never attended The British Council at all. It is just the style of writing ressmbles very much the insipidity of such a product. Thank you for your keen support and the utterly gracious compliments.

cuRRent...jer

 


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