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I have been without the necessary ability, due to disabilty, of posting publishability with any certainty of verbosity. It's been a while since I've put my mind to wordage in a formally normal way. More currs than the way to worded pieces, I've fallen away. It feels good to let the old motor run again. I'll try not to make this too oily but please, it's been a while. A while ago I had not the resource or freedom to let the thing run. Too caught up in the importance of my exports, I have let the beast out now. It's refreshing for me to realise that I've still got the capability to enjoy loquacity of textuality, even though in reality my capacity is neglible. Inelible for flapping are my lips. My mind is like some sort of sifting device for flour. Stick this in a vase, would you please. Thank you for letting the thing go again, whoever or whatever you are. A shout out to malcontents and setting suns. A combination of nostalgia and amnesia has merged and I'll soon see what comes of what: needless to say that I've never known exactly what I've been doing. Equal and opposite: equal and opposite.












Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
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Footy Power
Back on the dictionary I sit with my hand in the back.
Thanks for stopping by.
Drink tea.
Do try it.
Norm