Brain Dump

Outside, you may walk in a fog, where the trees resemble a smudged pencil sketch. You may think impossible inaccuracy is then obvious, as you observe stringent manifesto machines calculating solidly equivalent price dodges. Yes, certain cogitations are too vexatious to be entertained in conscious daylight. But then, nothing is not a dishwasher. So take a rain check, then check your coat at the door of opportunity before it slips away -- because the mice will play fast and loose at your loose ends. It remains to be seen how well all this fits in a very small compartment, of course. Still, I do not believe in pure idiocy; nothing is pure in this world. Amen.