Hold on. I have to clean this up. I don't want your soles to get cut up by my lack of ambidexterity. I'm right-handed but I thought I'd try this out with my left And I'm not as deft with it, especially in the moment, but I thought I'd give it a shot anyway.
It's my fault... I don't know how to juggle.
I'm usually good with rotation but between the dilation of my eyes and the inflation of my ego, the sensation of being flippant left me in a painted tuxedo
And it's raining...It's been raining.
I'm not complaining but the paint is running and bleeding; An apotheosis of Leonid Afremov needing emotional content to prove I exist.
*I don't mean to be like this. I don't want to be like this.
I feel like it is missing an ending. All suggestions will be considered.