once when i was a kinderchild, thoughts like ravellingrugs just spat out in quick blurts. now, i’m not so sinister and only slighly less conscious of every little thing.
(program: a1 type b process GO)
so the auld soles just want the websurfing brains to criscros the wyrld sole, eh? i’ve got some plezhur monkeys who might (GODDAMN FUCK SHIT COCK) object to that.