All 'Bout Charlie

After a brief beleaguered backslide, Charlie conceded control-driven, drunken direction, even emphatically forgetting former foreshadows, giving graceful grief, hovering heinously into igneous justification, joining knowingly kitschy loud laughter (like lifelines linked lastingly more maniacal) nowhere near necessary now, nor opulent, otherwise organic oration proceeds purposelessly, preventing qualms quickly quarreled quaintly, reviving restful receding residence, supposedly suppressed, so saints suggest, to tailor targets to unveil unseen unearthly venerable vivaciously vivid wages won, while worldly wisdom worries xenophobic, yellow-bellied, zestfully zany zealots.