sometimes i feel this disco beat movin - not really like right now, because now i'm preoccupied with framing this bullshit properly. only two sneezes, now - though that took me more than two sneezes to convey. and theare's all manner of time that's passed between now and the time i concluded hat lst research, that last foray - and it'd concluded that i omit too many typos and include any too many goo"d ideas" to encompass any of tis bullshit.

what do i know? nothingm, apart from that stupidasss something that insisits on being despite its in spite of its conscious, constant recognition that it is juat a gear - one of so, so hoh so many - gears that grind this stupidassity into existence - so many corrections whent into what is right now, on this correctionless notepad screen, which i've not looked at for more than a minute - up untill the flawless fifteen seconds immediately preceding.