If you stretched the already magnanimously inflated balloon beyond a point; it would vindictively burst; perpetuating the incredibly celestial atmosphere with unrelentingly thunderous gasps and treacherously cacophonic moans, 

 

If you stretched the already fathomlessly roaring ocean beyond a point; it would ominously drown quintessentially breathing trajectories of civilization in mortuaries of salt and extravagant froth, 

 

If you stretched the already boundlessly sweltering desert beyond a point; they would acrimoniously scorch the fabric of compassionately moistened existence; into inanely threadbare ash, 

 

If you stretched the already mercilessly overworked body beyond a point; it would traumatically disintegrate into graveyards of treacherously evaporating nothingness, 

 

If you stretched the already fantastically discovering artist beyond a point; he would lamely surrender the unsurpassably endless creative energies of his brain to the doldrums of disparagingly lecherous commercialism, 

 

If you stretched the already vividly iridescent rainbow beyond a point; it would ludicrously distort into a pit of amorphously decrepit meaninglessness, 

 

If you stretched the already patriotically blazing soldier beyond a point; he would lugubriously collapse to blend with lackluster worthlessness; instead of peerlessly marching for his insurmountably sacrosanct mother soil, 

 

If you stretched the already magnanimously milking cow beyond a point; it would start to ooze torturously flagrant blood and worthless water; instead of diffusing into a cistern of inimitably unparalleled milk, 

 

If you stretched the already tirelessly ticking clock beyond a point; it would abruptly cease to function; miserably staggering in the hell of inexplicably maniacal insecurity, 

 

If you stretched the already ferociously roaring lion beyond a point; it would vituperatively vomit out the most scrumptiously tantalizing of its prey; in utterly

unbearable frustration, 

 

If you stretched the already spellbindingly blossoming tree beyond a point; it would abhorrently diffuse the stench of bizarre rottenness; nonchalantly shedding its fruit by the dozen; instead of evolving into a heaven of glorious freshness, 

 

 

If you stretched the already wholesomely blackened night beyond a point; it would waft nothing else but a maelstrom of despairingly penalizing misery; in every

symbiotically living organism alike, 

 

If you stretched the already rhapsodically mellifluous nightingale beyond a point; it would culminate into nothing else but dolorously beleaguered cacophony for

an infinite more moments yet to unveil, 

 

If you stretched the already earnestly perspiring body beyond a point; it would resort to a plethora of shortcuts to thrive ensure its survival as the fittest; amongst the devilishly cannibalistic pack of wolves, 

 

If you stretched the already intransigently flaming candle beyond a point; it would insipidly melt into a pool of capriciously wanton wax; repulsively shirking away from even the most mercurial trace of light, 

 

If you stretched the already unfathomably embellished castle beyond a point; it would belligerently transform into a corpse of satanically monotonous boredom and 

inexorable hopelessness, 

 

If you stretched the already beautifully ripened mango beyond a point; it would raucously excoriate apart into a countless bits of meaningless pulp; tirelessly

cursing the stupidly bizarre environment around, 

 

If you stretched the already smiling face beyond a point; it would luridly dissolve into livid prejudice; spreading nothing but preposterously castigating enmity around, 

 

It you stretched the already irrefutably righteous conscience beyond a point; it would inadvertently make way for a hurricane of hideously derogatory lies, 

 

But if you stretched the already handsomely breathing spirit of love beyond a point; it would altruistically envelop countless more in its compassionately Godly swirl; it would become a cascade of perennial enlightenment for every organism symbiotically

existing; it would unconquerably metamorphose even the most evanescent iota of pain into a fountain of resplendently blessed happiness; it would forever and

ever and ever become BLESSEDLY IMMORTAL.