I've got more style than Flaubert when I write with the flair of Francois de Voltaire to define modern life like Charles Baudelaire.
You're still reading Byron? That's rare. Are you a Vicodin heir reclined in a chair or a child that's in care by a Chinese au pair?
Or a 19th century pirate with sight that's impaired? Guess that's why you get scared when brothers Wright out of thin air.
And that's a nice try, but I ain't a Marxist, mon frere. Why, do you ask? Cuz I ain't on oxy, moron. That's why I own shares.