The newest taste to welcome, recommended through the fun of nature, copious for me to cater, savor this flavor as a favorite, I made it didn't I?, so let me do myself a favor and just save it for later at dinner, the secret recipe for mastering that less is more, the food for thought, I caught a break to shake and bake the repertoire, see I really had a slot to fill, to try and serve it on the spot I had a knack for being greedy though it feeds me my performance never has a lot in store, the diminishing return soon finished me, no one's filming it likely, the minute I can see highly my blood on my hands, I was hands-on giving handouts so I standout, this good man was a con artist, that kills himself silently the hardest, his violence had a hand in demand to be underhanded, it takes a while to understand it, how his supply had ties to his lies granted, walking slanted, smirking unaware he was there, dare I say it, but too scared to trace it, beat the dead horse, THAT WAS WELL ANCIENT.