Athens doxology

Where do you find your inspiration? Where don't you lose your absentmindedness? Why haven't you brazenly set your face as flint, forgoing trellises whilst fixing brass fasteners to irreplaceable cowboy memorabilia. It's the grand opening of hogwash alley; Pier One imports has closed its doors forever and must rely on a new wave of waffle leaders to truly exemplify and exude exultations of exuberance, except effortlessly, ergo exercising extraneous exponential errands. Threefold, bearing heavily upon shoulder caverns, gumbo jailbird flasks levitating without appeasement or abashment, chuckling all the way down to the bank where its raining down a racemic mixture of ash and dish soap.