The way I've done business since before the first inhabitants were found to be missing, missing that is, if you didn't look behind a tree with which I've had a somewhat unusual relationship, is based on the French Stellar Branch, fifth edition version. There will be a wandering cleaner cast into a need-based fault stratum and without telling anyone, the tips of which are in actuality illusionary pustules, will drain themselves before I move in for the thrill of it. The load-sharing practiced hereabouts is determined to be the only fair count known inside an individual's car-of-choice. If, while practicing the acting game, and one's fourth science of hat removal wins to an extent unfounded in either law or junk justice, then it's supposed by some in the bidness press to presage a gross rekindling of inappropriate things to say.
And speaking of 'say', the temporary parking attendant who has a habit (so I'm told) of scoffing in my direction while I wince with the best of them, has, of late, become so bold as to say certain phrases known to trigger earthquakes in voluble regions south of the Equine Pulmonary Daylight Brick. This will appear in a book purposely concocted in scientistic lingo to comfort the malign mechanistic materialists who contort the facts to comfort the nihilistic neo-liberal jackbooted jackasses who prance about our contemporary cultural cathedrals like they own the place. Which they do. But not for long. At least not if Wanda Lang has anything to say about it. See, there's that pesky word 'say' again! And if you or anyone else for that matter, had it in them to change just one letter, you'd have something to cut wood into boards. But would you be bored? Could you try to become bored? Or maybe even boring? With a skullfull of facts, fat chance of that!
It's incumbent on us to admit that this is a somewhat risky gambit. A person with whom I once enjoyed a deeply fulfilling sexual relationship is a known purveyor of systematically determinative falsehoods. I am deeply embarrassed to have been put in a position to defend this individual when it seemed that our darkest hour was at hand. If you'd like I'll hand you a paper towel. You probably won't need it but it might come in handy. In case anyone asks, just maintain a staunch dedication to the lie we tricked out to cover up the Living Truth of Wonder. I promise to do my part to increase industrial output in the third quarter or die trying. Literally, but not seriously. Did I burst anyone's bubble? If so, just take it downtown. You'll see.
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