August 31, 2015
Will anyone come to push with me? The forces are conspiring as a genius virus to keep the fresh produce from entering the webspace, we must free the lifeblood, where flowing might restore a notion of animation to the key note property values and allow the dull, blind and deaf leaders of our expanding mortuary to bury their aspirations, then might the features we've come to fear, morph slowly but inexorably to appear as if nothing was or is wrong, but merely a bad case of indigestion. It's time to scrub the toilets. Our King is approaching with devilish diarrhea.