Me

Infinitely, absorbed affect absorption effect at and abound in all of my senses are all an abomination chronic to my chronological mind. 

Literal to the symphony, spotted like a beat yet chronic to the chronography of my befeat their mind does oppose me.

Not with tasting, nor the smell but of tongue tastes' more is the cry heard: mutually hear, mutually see, but of one event. That's to surveillance me.

Ideally the goal, yet to be revealed is to accomplish some sort of deal.