I may have torn thru your text (torn only thru my mind — you
backstroke and float around in my semen).
O ouch. I’m not sorry.
This is my first try in four dimensions. How’s the missus?

There were more debris balls thrown so we ordered an atemporal zone of grace — w/ the emancipatory norm of curiosity —

Set it to limitless, w/ its winners & losers, a humanist quiz.