Alright, stop! Collaborate and listen!
I'm about to bring to your attention a confession, a mention of a pension for this session in regression. My suggestion is a dare, driven by a rare care about you-know-where. What do you suppose I propose? Prose. I arose this dawn with a yawn, and looking out upon my lawn I was agog at this very blog just beaming with a stream of keen mean green scheme gleam. I was like, "Alright already! Who needs a rant? This aunt!" My reaction was to seek some satisfaction in breaking a tradition for the sake of new addition. At first I thought I can't, but then I put on my pants, glanced at my plants, did a little dance, and decided to take a chance. To break the habit, rabbit! Slaughter that fodder. Trade vanity for insanity with a vow to somehow plow through a post or two without a foundation of unoriginal inspiration, without a framework of the same work done done already and just sitting in my head, be it something I read or whatever was said, whether I had heard a word or a third. So look out, Slummers. It's a new paradigm this time. I'm looking at you with a new view, it's true. Don't complain, my bane. I remain the same inside while riding on a different tide. Yours truly from Slumlog, slog1 (not Ess-dog).