the improbably prescient misapplication of Miss Flonxfrong

Isn't the sky a matter of honesty a triple trebled syllable a mandamus a writ a mote of a monad in a category in a morpheme here bevrongled and ready for action thrice a twisted metasyllabary for my transient dream made a default setting on the user's interface and did that change our direction because I didn't notice the end of themes that marked the gingerly adept misstepping that the foot-artists did at the edge of the sea rather waiting for the end of time because it was not so brown nor so muddy but dammit where did we broadcast this?