I am seeing the loam loom logic and preparing verbatim the wordy pulp that radiates and pulses in regular beams to the valid nature of my presence. I am relying on flesh and digits to tap qwerty from corner to corner and naybob the noosesayers and the spirits of the unkempt. When this world sees Wally.
Fork left, center straight, a la mode. That’s tapped, move on, they sweep each quadrant with dull inaudible tones from dedicated satellites of DirectV and Dishes Network to beam misfo into inquiring brains. So wish and hold thought and between words mindful thought and belly laughs will distract just follow the manual.
And I was not hogging the machine.
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