I have such a voluminous semantic load ready to blow, it's got my hopping around my house as though at a rave, high on E, clutching my zipper and screaming "Baby, you got me!!!". 

Now then.  Should any of you think you possess writing skills as imaginative as mine and so luminous that the words you read appear to be lit from within by a million suns, you may attempt to come at me with your tiny daggers but you will be slain by mine own hand with a sword forged from the hardest metal and sharpest of all edges.  I will write circles large and small around all of you, which I will then arrange into a symbol of shame for you to wear until you are finally placed face-down into your cheap plasterboard coffin and buried deep under the mountain of my genius.  ***This is a JOKE.***

Any takers?