The mystical wonder that is mother earth comes full circle in this cropped-together rambling of what, I have established, can and cannot be believed within this reality.

So it's the usual palaver all the way... as nobody alive might ever say. Ok, ok. I'm ready to pay. And then, of course, I'll be on my way. Yeah, yeah of course I mean today. After I clear my tray, call the valet to prep my sleigh while I text Paul Klee for the amount of whey he wants me to weigh for his series on foods that taste like clay... when all of those plays are underway, to you, my friend I will bid g'day!

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