Sploo for seven days through twelve, calling an authority figure every so often (hourly) to confirm a) your mirror b) your sins c) leftover accoutrements of nondescript formulaic descent that ultimately render points d) moot e) moist f) seven through twelve g) words that don't begin with the letter G.
Once applied to varying degrees, doctorates, elves, and delvings of otherwise not withstanding sordid natures, take the reason-to-be and reapply (decoupage) in a manner of a smear tactic, calling for the resignation of fuckin' near everything. Do this in a manner that is lighter than air, so as not to sink below the levels of bars raised so low so that you cannot go any lower, slower, or limbo in manners unforeseeable.
Not good? Join a guild or local chapter of anything. Make nice embossing stamps to reflect this allegiance. Write words with prefixes at the end of suffixes, aping the congenial nature of impropriety; i.e., wrong apostrophe and parentheticals a must! Send leaflets to the various aforementioned hourly dudes, making sure you're doing okay in their eyes. If not, return to the method of smudge, which blurs the lines, remember? Keep a journal until one day an accident befalls you and unwittingly the journal goes into the wrong hands. Take prescription pills in order to "get over it". Good luck with that.
(eyes used for tooth support)
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