146: I’m talking to you in American. 
 
Christ went missing. No more dying then? Won’t lie, I watched us dream economics weeding fertile ground and painting over a radius, destabilizing temperament like itty worms eating up soul after soul. No lie. Body loss. Looters and rhombus-gatherers, all doing well respectively — great work for them, cuts straight through an apparatus restructure creating more chopping patterns to follow the predictions.   
The chips mount a background to soundtracks muting key words. Entire sectors of you and me feel it’s about time to leave history alone, so short a lease, epic sums on slender gloss in silence. The walkway and manly instrumentation   
 
are redone for full combat. Let’s remember in passing notes of hyper-literal churning depth. (It might be feminists like us are on and off genome probation.)     
 
Is this decision theory now? Don’t know. Hard to lie.