Garth Brooks - No fences

Verily, the collaboration of mediocre aspirations contained within this dissertation is astounding.

Yokel infused compositions suitable merely for the public house in a bawdy underprivileged stupor.

A salutation to the opaquely minded individual aspiring to the meagerest of fantasies.

Bequeathed on the masses by an individual who ascertains the iniquity of the socialization unique to the inferior class, hypocritically becoming of a higher stature.

Garth Brooks has a permutation that has been colloquialized into the hysteria of near perfect embitterment. The facetious concepts contained therein became a more prevalent falesy than originally fostered.

A fiscal conundrum arises when arbitrarily preconceived notions of poverty persist. 

Fallacies derived from financial prediction, an absurd tonnage of which is required to surmount the original perpetrators of percentile merit.

Hallucinations abound in horticulture and hippology to hoodwink the unsuspecting conglomeration of marginally inferior devotees. All a sham established to facilitate the accruement of further affluence.

Gurus of marketing formulate fabrications intended to solely confound the common cognizance.

Alas, naught can cause hindrance to this juggernaut of jilted hyperbole.

Musically, there lies a vagueness of concept creating an auspicious hegemony of harmony.

Garth Brooks sucks.

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