Testo Junto

Thought requires constant exercise. Cerebral mirror-shots always use hard light to highlight every fold of that garish grey/white mass. Entrust photo negatives to unconditional friends pantomiming the credentials of peer review. Hitting the minus on the magnifying glass has a way of aggrandizing the limits of freshly modest minor-league all stars. Despite my chicly framed lobes, be sure to distrust my glow. I beg of you - arm yourselves with white gloves, verite, and otoscopes; confront every fault and frailty; exhibit humility; take my strengths as your own. Demand an edit.