So here I sit.
And here is my bright new magnifying glass.
With zoomorphic clips for clamping peeceebees.

This is the wiring, what the wiring wiki calls the messy phase. Perhaps I took that to be a metaphor for  the part of my life where I all upped and found myself and all that. This is just a secondary echo then, of all that I've "learned" in the last decade. Or is it the point at which negative flips to positive, a new origin of a new example, a markless page just waiting to be desecrated?

Or perhaps I don't want to reach that flipover point. Perhaps I'm scared by all the possibilities. Perhaps I shouldn't be scared of plastic schnik-schnak.


So here goes, hold on. It's going to be a long way down.

















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I have a feeling its going to be, in some obvious way, opposite to what I just said.