All he ever wanted was his
pensive to be intensive and
extensive. The empirical evidence in
my sentences show no apprenticeship membership in these type of hollow tipped penmanship.

With no lyrical "Father",
The ***** collared pauper swallowed his honor with a quarter of ****** water,  Subjected himself to alchemical horrors yet never faltered to become a famous author.

All this just to be the best.
He now inhale's his breath,
Spectacular specs drawn up without missing a step, "Yes, I'm blessed discreet yet hard pressed I behest and attest my scriptures are grotesque."      

Writer's block now apparently
shattered and scattered. The Latin metaphor master now control's even the smallest particulate matter in all his chapters for maximum brain splatter of grey matter.