With an analytical eye from my cat Chaucer, devoid of sentiments addicted to cocaine’s catnip in a quorum of Psychopathia. I in a tizzy with my Lenovo manipulating the keys with a surge from the cognac’s adrenalin. Adjusting the grip on my mind’s dark howitzer. A wee bit dysfunctional yet leading a simple life. Just me and Chaucer as my wife set in her La-Z-Boy giving off a stench of frozen rigor… Yet, “I can’t get no satisfaction.”
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Excellent
Thank you, Thomas.