Zaza: There is a street. People passing from street are always bragging about something. Why is that street a favorite spot for braggarts? Is it because they’ve to slow down while passing from there or because it has some open fresh air.
Logos: There’s nothing mysterious about that street.
Zaza: We’re looking for hamartia in the wonderland.
Logos: A lacuna, labile embonpoint, preternatural penchant. Forgone philippics, forgotten fords. A glossy glass ghostly goblin gopher gallimaufry.
Zaza: Rabble rouser who embezzled clabber to emblazon it with priggish trouser, misplaced modifier, poor Grammar.
Logos: Raise the red lantern.
Zaza: Fugacious eristic animadversion. Continue reading “Karmic University!”