Obligatory "ignore this space" : https://sacoronavirus.co.za

The next thing to do is to run like a dog. I've become rather lethargic: public displays of bursts of energy are no less than any other kind of public display.

Drawing in what should give me a 'little more,' I'm now tempted to look at things the other way round: this is no problem if we know what i is, but it's a great deal of a problem if we are not all that fond of fantastical machines.

On the other hand, it's really no problem to go through something a second time changing x to y and y to x.

And changing direction? Well, have you seen my alligator?

That's one that's a good dozen years old, I think. It's only now that I've been able to redo things with the idea of eventually sharing them under my own name, that I've been able to look past the middle of a subroutine without getting totally fucking lost.

They were all backup plans: all awaiting what I could show to those I had made a fuss about verification to.

So the main thing, unless you feel like making my mistakes to see if your life works out just as swell as mine, is that when you write it, you are sure that it will work to its purpose.

Print gave us a lot more trouble than this generation can imagine.

Colour printers for home are 'cool,' but what are you going to print with them?

And so we pull back on the manufacturing of food, and ask if anyone noticed the matter of needle and thread?

Because if we, the non-Xenophobists, criticize Emancipation, we get the blame. That is beautiful, isn't it?

It's most particularly those who believed in equality that 'get it' (hence the past tense).

Starting from the top, we're going to look at nought, again. Beautiful table legs present themselves to me, that will not be made henceforth except by machine: but were these not?

I really shouldn't let my mind wander. I'd like what they told us was quaker-like. But you hardly go to a store for that. And so we might as well just make use of cut logs.

Authentic, hey?

My first gift of such was simultaneous with the miraculous saving of a car from a tree that destroyed a carport. I wouldn't say the tree was asking to be bored. Now I really don't know if that's the top or the bottom: the inescapability of the fact that 'something had gone wrong' between my entry to that place and the supernatural powers that presented themselves who didn't want a car to 'get it' from a malicious tree, shall live with me until I submit myself for examination.

And so I'll have to try again, after doing the like with you.

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