The 7 Deadly Senses

So I was angry ... get angry about it!

Truth be told the 7 deadly senses are as follows:
Number 1 through 4 are forbidden thanks to its insincere destination as expected. But if you must know they involve not being able to see right or left.
Number 5 with an exclamation mark, well, more accurately a quill-pen explosion, can be forgotten, because, well, the indecisiveness of the author pays it’s dues to transgression. Curiously, the anomalous demise of a sober friend is presently unbeknownst to the curator. He fell asleep at the mine. He once told me “A mind is like a parachute �" it never works unless it’s open” and I thought “sure, and if you’re falling to your death from a plane wreck the last place you want your mind is to be open”.
Nevertheless, the final shameless senses are the right nostril damaged by illumination, as we were taught. Finally, and you know, obviously, where the heat of passion in which the caretaker beds the lawyer in hopes of being imprisoned by false love ..there’s no time for ice-cream.