Aye....say five moons with 1,000,000 monkeys each overseen by mass
murders of web-sensation juice cap sledding crows to arrive at a
hypothetical conclusion in a hypothetical universe vs. a funny feeling,
an unknown announcing itself as the unspoken revealed, which one more or
less might ask, is more or less amazing than what dogs derive from a
good ass sniffing. Or, conversationally in a polite Dutchlike offering
of an alternative view: When the pre-programmed ancient brain intersects
with a slight wrinkle in the cellular automata...visions abound. Just
because one is failed by their apothegms doesn't mean they still won't
stand by them. I do this consistently, unconsciously and it is a grave
and disturbing mystery worth noticing but the attempt to solve it will
only result in more television.
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