Modesty is unimpressive in itself.  
There’s an either / or for attrition of affects, concision or eyesore.   
And there’s a struggle to housesit mucho information. Try: Oil, vinegar, mistakes...  
 
become defects in the emulsion. While pairs of prime numbers have different sapors, pots, odd sets, syrup-simple to complex, some devolving into a brawl, tugs of randomness, others’ chaos, as well a gaggle of self-similarities... can’t make it out, call them alloys of function routing. I’ve highlighted this one, Apollonian male familiarity that will never feel safe, topped with a Mainline ranch dressing fabricked in aromas of surfboard polycarbonate.