Slack, Stunnedddddd... Set the ph ph ph Phasers.

The water is deep and I’ve stone boots. The world spins and with it so many words tumult as to ruin the alphabet. Voice over voice, argument over argument; break to commercial. We survive through the kindness of your donations, the truth floats still, and for you some satisfaction of conscience.
Idealism fashion, put on an old sweater and refuse a smoke – they’re bad for you. Children of sorrowed times, fed well and warmed through, sing songs of their tragic vampire lives. Hemmingway wrote A Farewell To Arms after Peele said it, but that never made it any less true.
I am done for now, as should you be. Run aground, there is little point in arguing seamanship. Best get to collecting coconuts.