Litra-Lingual Law

It was decades before last, for time moves fast that a partner made an offer, towards the beginning of a roller coaster. But for what consideration end shall this acceptance lapse? I'd claim long held juristic ends, in truth I just required future steps. Unfit for toil requiring any skill or expertise, yet other dolts ideals I could despoil. Though penal code proved themselves a put, while tort did damage to my very soul and contract left me bound with indecision but to whom shall I press the actus reus of mi’mens Rea on? For with evidence, I have proof the fact and trust and equity have evidence the perfection of law. Seriously! They fuck up my ambitious summer gunners, they don't mean to but they did. They always ask me a juristic questions, by academics with pipes in corduroy coats with rows of book and binder upon the shelf. I sat slumped in acron hell and suffer my life in law. Is life a law of commercial trade or exploit, I’d ask… So I sat there blindly staring at the rude, unsightly glaring of my dual screens. But law school was so strict and seemed so right after peace cost.