I can see from my last ejaculations that I was in need of sleep, and so I hope that, having had it, my brain and spirit will be able to cut through the Diane Rehm that blares from behind me like some misplaced arhythymical raphound. I spoze I could turn it down, but alas that would take effort, so I think I shall plunder on in faith that actual thought will coil its way through my fingers and into your mind. You could be more forgiving!
Future Winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature and Peace. JOYCE'S PARADISO by Dave Anonymoses