your poor man's skepticism

the doubters are no doubt drowning. tumbling in the spin dryer "ask me anything" one of the questions potentially being, where were you on the night of the 14th without moon and any compromise?

speaking either in allusions shaped as chess moves or a half-zipped jacket. what where what? and while you were working and sipping Friday sweet n sour, I studied the blade...(internet joke for the MP Normie) and invariance of finest hours, go on, fight me...! drowning up to even shark-diagnosticians, i'd be annoyed too. prick my bubbly buddy, i've relatively little left to hide or share. A welder at toyota works on a think tank. don't let the algorithm or a decisional economist make your choices unless you've plied them with voodoo and juju. yes hands we're thrown in the air and you've touched noon or midnight at least several times already it's not even 7. not 9am, not even 11. 11:11.