Cease to Resist

My pantaloons are full of persistence at the edge of insistence.

This is an instance of passionate persuasion — perfectly pitted prior to priapic penitence which is pertinent to the power of poseurs in preprandial punctuality of the pepperpots, perhaps in privy council with the pastor of pap.

Perhaps.

“‘We are the middle children of history, raised by television to believe that someday we’ll be millionaires and movie stars and rock stars, but we won’t. And we’re just learning this fact,’ Tyler said. ‘So don’t fuck with us.’”

— Chuck Palahniuk / Fight Club