A drunk post that's not really 'cause I just started & might not finish if my pen really cooperates

Contentment, alien & that's certainly the wrong word as wrong would be any phrase of two or more, but no other lexeme fits as luxuriously. Sure, lux disdained in favor of atra in this noodle, but a burst of words, petite ou grand remains to be observed & correlated by third parties that swim in said noodle bowl. Combination platter (damn, j'ai faim, frogs, food groups, they're pyramidal, lo! serendipitous stream-of-consciousness, sweet inside jokery) of tunes, the above a sampler, & a general vibe of creativity. Sure to end sooner rather than future centuries, but a man can plan even if said Randal recognizes the usual futility. Write, you bastard, write.