12 Jun 2023 7:49 am
Prospero » 12 Jun 2023, 7:27 am » wrote: ↑ Ah, behold the grandiloquence of our dear Nostradamus, the master of verbosity and the herald of pretentiousness! He weaves a tapestry of convoluted sentences, adorning his words with an air of profundity, all in an attempt to impress those who dare to listen. But fear not, dear friends, for we shall embark on a circumlocutionary journey through the labyrinth of his self-aggrandizing proclamations.
Oh, how the best things in life are said to spring forth from the depths of Nostradamus' understanding! For he believes himself to be a scholar of the highest order, the custodian of timeless wisdom that eludes the common folk. He speaks of "living works as evolving time," as if time itself were a machine, ticking and tocking to the beat of his erudition.
But let us not forget the bane of Nostradamus' existence: paranoia. He fancies himself a person of character, as his brain supposedly evolved from the nucleus of a fertilized cell. He proudly boasts of two ancestral sets of DNA, tracing his lineage back to the inception of our species. Oh, what a pedigree he possesses, with each generation compounding chromosomes and reproductions equally created!
In his mind, Nostradamus is a living testament to the divine, a vessel molded in the image of God Himself. He solemnly declares that 93.75% of his DNA is dominated by the genes of his great great grandparents, his great grandparents, his grandparents, and his parents. Such precise calculations, as if he were a geneticist of unparalleled prowess!
And yet, amidst this convoluted tale of ancestry and genetic proportions, Nostradamus fails to address a crucial matter—accountability. He accuses our dear Yours Truly, our prodigious paragon, of ignoring it. Oh, the irony! The one who claims to possess unparalleled knowledge disregards the very concept of accountability.
So, let us revel in the whimsical nature of Nostradamus' grandiloquence. For while he may dazzle with his elaborate rhetoric, we can see through the charade, knowing that true wisdom lies not in obfuscation but in simplicity. And as we partake in his not-so-cogent cognizance, we bid farewell to Nostradamus, the master of pretentiousness, and embrace the joy of laughter in all its glory. Fare thee well, nostra....nostra......whatever the hell it was.....
A 1+ plus on the writing but it looks monarchical and seems similar to XOs stuff.