I started doing this before I realised how fun it was. I shall do it better next time:
Am I an author, actor, artist? Apathetic alphabet acrobat?
Better bloody believe it, buddy. But I bet I’d bore, braying banally, so I best belie blemished beliefs by being bitingly blithe, to be blasé.
Crafting cool or cute characters in crazy creative constructions, contrived contexts, critical crisis’ or comedic calamities calms me: Cunning to cash in on my cure, clever concept, huh?
Deftly dealing darling dalliances with dialect delights me. Daring to defy dreary demands of daily drudgery.
Endlessly entwined in entertaining escapism, emanating excellently from enigmatic elements of entrancing emotional energy.
Finding fortune in fragile figments, filaments, fantasies, fairly forgotten by fellows, forever fanatical in forging fairytales. Fiendish and fantastic, faking fun. Fame and fortune follow.
Gliding gracefully, gilding grand glorifications of graphic gaiety. Granted; grossly grandiose and gleefully gratuitous. Gladly grotesque! Grittier the greater!