Pragmatic ,the spoon he used to feed the kitten was unbelievable I am desperate to know the spoon was not perfect.The label was nothing just a standard maintain to mobilize the mob but in vain there was nothing echo but sound of barrenness hurt me a lot.As a silent speaker, I just raised the voice of heartbeat to announce the spelling to the term pragmatic and the input is now never ending.The tightness of the words which he combines are just collections of book and the concrete existence of the blocks of knowledge define the layers of blankness of his passicism he has inside him.The hanging garden of the cements are seen unprepared to mourn the sadness as spread by vagueness.
