Nor stability nor entropy will grant to consonance the dissonance's wish, i.e., to be as
happy to be happy as they're happy to be frivolously jostled. Now to astronauts who
isolate, the past catastrophe is nowhere near a guarantee.

Extortion is the entree. Bribery is the dessert. There is no call to action like that of
cognitive dissonance. Half-animate, we simultaneously wax and wane. As moonlit as on
ice we ask forgiveness but we do not ask permission.

Saying a militia is well-regulated makes it so. At half-life we'll render unto Lola that
which Lola wants. When every glitch is elevated to an obstacle, beneath some freeway
interchange we'll pitch a tent and be some remnant's friend.

The eye looks to the patch. The tongue looks to the teeth. The voice is duly thrown. The
purpose of the opposite of A to keep A honest, zero is associated with the empty set, the
jewelry of my peers and flying pie.