me wax a rather balmy lyrical

While I contemplate what to write about and lest you chafe at the bit, let me leave you with this to think about.

And because my brain draws a blank, for all I know (and what's its worth, says you), maybe its true; Empty vessels makes the most noise

But to chasten the myth that you bequethen me; me life I impose upon by humbug

so boo you

And today I wax lyrical through ostentatious nonsensical. Coz when life throws me lemons, I make lemonade.

and I am infantile like that.