Conspicuous.(for all the conartists that one day get convicted, hopefully not me)
I con you not! If you are not content... then...
You are almost contrary to one another, not concomitant, and for being contiguous you hold the blame.
Contagion spread where your infected concrete paths have converged.
I´ve heard your confabulation, these wicked attempts to arouse consternation.
Bless me so conceited, and bless my blessed conspectus completed, congratulate me for it´s well ordered configuration.
Confronting the system and it´s conventional connotations.
Concerning the worlds contention, there´s not one angel sitting in contemplation, never convinced, the thoughts in our heads absolutely convoluted, would you concurr? Can you even consider it with a brain so polluted?
Look out over the contrite crowds constrained by the pain of their big bright contusions,
Are we really sorry for contracting such confusion!?
The contemptuous since birth, congenital is their conniving! Like a contest between ex cons, like convalescent convectors who would consume us in their conflagration.
In their truly unholy morbid consecration. We can still connect, there is one thing concentric that we consist of. Concerning our constant concupiscence!!!
