muahahaha! with only the superconducting split-ring resonator to complete, nobody could throw a ethernet cable around the starved chicken of my plans for world dominion only
the me a great anxiousness on yonder bridge, taken with my careful sunlamp of doom, could add to the
horror of all america's stop signs being flooded. this rising tide would float no patch nor
children with fetal alcohol syndrome. was i one of them? a mere crystal under by the suture holding together the fleshy rips of human sin.
it's thoughts like these, running through the court of my head. that enter a mind bent on world domination.