Step this way

My amateur cantankerousness makes me suspicious of completing a picture of mannerisms best suited to living in a circle [because meeting or coming across your strifely-self too often is neither productive nor productive]. But let’s imagine in the field of self-oration there stand gates that open to peculiar aspirations, a blend of sloppiness and impromptu bubbling: a sort of improvised wishy-wash. So with off-hand in hand I proceed towards the prevailing novelty, attended to by regulars of unexpected vagary.