A monk asks,   
 
This is why I hate you   
 
and keep loving you under wraps?  
Take care, and take more time. Acts of omission are presorted, so they keep numbing, so like fixating on folks’ shoes. You can do this, feel free, cadet. But don’t expect to fill mine or my avoidance of frontiers, rejecting anarchism. 
These were the funniest jokes I know, the baldest too. I don’t remember laughing so much. Ever. And I can’t recall being as excited as I am.  
 
Space also presorts sometimes.