Life could be likened to a cow. It always seems greener on the udder side with an endless stream of bull to contend with.
My mind is experiencing a fastidious flatulence; slightly fiendish, and not for the finicky or fainthearted. I fidget amidst it's fanatical far-fetched farce yet stand fearless, watching it's face flounder in a foolhardy feeble-minded foible. With fervor I say farewell forever to it's festering, feverish fetish, as it's frantic fiasco foams, flails and finally fails.
Wow, what alliteration! It was a little hard to understand, but reading over it again and again, I am really admiring the meaning and how you pieced all these words together!
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