Words happen, sometimes they are understandable. Sometimes even I, their creator, cannot make sense of them. Sometimes they themselves are so confused they refuse to exist as locutions and retract themselves into the tangle of wires I humbly dub My Existence. If you are looking to be confused half the time, and questioning your Choice of Blog for the remaining quarter, you have Arrived At Your Destination.
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