My Riant Self Diminishes

A sky the color of pale blue, nonfat milk greets me as I reach for a book this Sunday morning. I need an anodyne to relieve my ticker tape parade of thoughts that have been streaming through my mind for the past two hours as the sun rose somewhere. The prima facie evidence of this corpocracy controlling the UnTied States of America taints the well from which we sip our (ir)ration of water. I must make myself into a marplot to endure these next two months that lead to the overwhelming November. The avalanche of Orwell has barely surfaced and will continue to build as it gains momentum through rotted minds plotting subterfuge.

We must be laeotropic Ninja Ready!

I have enjoyed this mourning exercise utilizing six of the Words of the Day from this past week on Dictionary.com.

Can you guess which?

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