The Quick Brown Fox...An aimlessly arrogant beast beseeches her breath's chilled calming continuance. Deep down, drearily, it's the epitome of every entity's frustration. Finding a false glimpse of genuine good, he hated heartily. Is it infantile or just a jaded juxtaposition kneading, kicking, and killing lives? Longing listlessly, mountains maintained in their memories. Nested, but notably new, over outward oneness, perched a precocious peril. Quickly, quietly, and querkenly rose the ravenous, rancorous serpent, slithering silently through thick taint unchangeable and uncaring. Ubiquitous vendettas veered her verily winding her on a wayward walk-about. Her xenomancy Xeroxed the ylem of her yearning yen, a zendik for zygotes of zombies.