well before i get up every morning to check what time i have to get dressed, i notice that every equivalent stich on my socks seems to be out of place, meaning some other sick minded fool wishes to disrupt the mainstream flow of how i like to get dressed and that directly corresponds to the rate at which i am able to accept the fact that this can only be determined by the spontanuity of all situations that are occuring elsewhere in my living quarters at the exact point in time in which the initial disruption begins its preliminary phase into total, complete randomuity......,hehe, i even made up that last word

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