Incanus
Auror
Somehow, I got myself into a ghastly great glut of alliteration. I have no idea how it happened. But now, there's no way not to do it, no matter what. All the time, anywhere, I alliterate. At first it was fantastic, everything flowed so freely. But it grew to be unusually unnatural and unnerving. Could there be a cure for this condition? Might a proper palliative persevere? I seem to be severely stuck in the solitary sands of senseless sounds, screaming silently inside my skull.
How I hope for help.
How I hope for help.