the hourglass of corruption and resumption of the ostentatious lifestyle is a turnstile for bloodletting and jetsetting around town like a thief in the night or whatever seems right to these privileged marauders and cinematic decoders I'm recalcitrant in that I hate them all at once and I've seen them on all fronts and this dog still hunts because what I don't know I imagine as they thrive in the pageant of never-ending luxury like it's perfunctory and their introductory course is aimed at making me quiet and content while ignoring all there is to resent