Rants - chronicles of the Line of Eeyay

So the people of Eeyay continued living life holding a flag of truce forever. Garrulous crowds were ushered into a dark silence in a predetermined fate. Garniture and additions just to emphasize the obvious never let tire and always persevered into the arms that had previously given up. They gazed for a long time, in the distance of course, where else would they peer. On the bright side of things, half of the population has obtained poetic license to use the word guerdon once hell has stopped freezing over. Hard to keep up with the course of things? That's alright, I don't believe any of us completely gets it. They're all guarantors you know, some contract with the illustrator, back when things were approachable and decently decided.