Mr Frag-mento almost forgot this. Permission to speak freely, señor? That means you, vampire. Maybe I am foreshortened taking up prerequisites in criminal governance.

I won’t cry to lessen the gravity. I should but I won’t. I’d still like to sign up for a language freed from its instincts and nodules.

For I’m an agnostic about most anything important, Transzendenz und Wörtlich or shaded for that, and my voice goes flat coming to terms with reminiscence, musical structures, being filmed in your presence. Back to you.

No sniveling of munificence. You know how security gets tight during meta-enslavement of the family tree and other engines, all watched and settled since the simian takeover. We’re all in, mostly, on the take.