Irritating
idiocy irking
every
instance.
Iconoclasts
and Ironsides,
insulting
each in incongruous
intonations.
I, incensed,
ink it into
my insides;
indexed and
itemized. Insured
against
inevitable
irresponsible
insurrection.
Idiots. Imbecilic,
impotent,
incontinent
and ineffective,
in each illustration;
Illusionary in
intention,
only
implicit in conclusion.
Imbibing on
ill imports,
indulging in
the intoxicating
incense of
implied importance,
indicting innocence
with insane
intentions.
Idiots.
Ill-effecting my insides
into
indigestion and irritation.
Incurable
idiocy interrupting
any idyllic impressions
of
Elysium.
I am
incapable of ingesting
any more
innumerable injustices
of this
inconceivable and idiotic
Imperial
invocation.
Indeed, a tale
told by an idiot.
I am inconsolable.
Irritated.
Incomplete.
Intensely insulted.
Implacable.
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