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This is like a simile riding pun a metaphor in a low tide wave of oxymorons causing a spasm of innuendos in personification and thus creating a new generation of devices after a literal orgasm. As ironic as forward foreshadowing fantastic fuel for filling full my fabulous fury after an odd alliteration of allied alliances who aligned allegedly to allow a form of allusion which I somehow alleviated. Bing Bong! The creativity timers stop, just before another hyperbole pothole deeper than the Atlantic ocean. Wbump! There's another onomatopoeia. Rolling all over it like a backwards figure of speech.