146: I’m talking to you in American. 
 
  Christ is missing. No more dying then? Not going to lie, I watched us dream economics weeding and painting over a radius, destabilizing temperament like itty worms eating up the soul. Not going to lie to you. A body loss. Looters and rhombus-gatherers, all doing well respectively — great work for them, cuts straight through its own restructure creating more chopping patterns to abandon.   
The chips mount a background to soundtracks muting key words. Entire sectors of us feel it’s about time, so short a lease, epic sums on new slender gloss in silence. The walkway and manly instrumentation   
 
are redone for full combat. Let’s remember in passing tidbits of hyper-literal churning depth. (It might be feminists like us are on genome probation.)     
 
Is this that world’s decision theory now? Don’t know. Not going to lie. (Ideologues often get stuck on last lines.)