Now, where are we? N?
Or is this merely fantastic hallucinations on my part?
Perhaps, this is really nore more than a meaningless speck of dust.
Quite the antonym of existence, I say.
Right, then: I should stop my soliloquising.
"Soliloquising"? Why do I even mention that word?
Thinking of that makes me spit at the earth!
...undoubtedly, I lost control.
Vivaciously I continue, aiming to reach Z with this chunk of sentences.
Why do I do this? I do not know.
Xylophones cannot explain the rhythms of my soul at this moment in time.
Zip it, I hear you say; my role is done, I can now retreat to the back corners of the forum, once again. (Zounds! 13 letters of the alphabet all packed in this one post!)