Imagine reading a sentence that dives into a personal extravaganza of flowery, and unintelligible theories of light and black, mixed with herds of wildebeast, rumbling from a helicopter view, across a dusty plain, under a red sky, while the blue shade of night pulls the darkness behind you.Three times? No wonder you’re acting like Louie Gohmert at this point. I think it’s medicine time for you.
See what I mean?