writ rote

I've wrote an book. Do you want to take an look? My grammars is not divine, buts you can read it's just fine. So why hung up are we, on superficial parentheses, bracketing the content from comprehension, focused as we are on condescension. For this a break was took from saving the world from a nook, a nestled corner devoid of thought, inspiration and craving, perfect but for the blandness. Gives me a texture!