*no greeting*

I feel I'm a robot. Excuse me. That is my feeling at the moment.

*time passes - I may have too: (Roger and ... - out).* Thrashed you would say.

A novel thought -- Yes. I'm trying it. Insane I hear. Oh yes. The others may call me by that name. But. I never Answer. .. Flowing back in to the world I call 'My Own'. Or what it used to be.

It all started from about a ten or so years ago. My cause all, my good, my bad. No excuses.

What did I just say? Excuse me for/about my hickups. I may be on the mood just because of the fact that caused the hickup in our systems -- the emphasis on OUR!.

The real answer lies behind the question of ... WHY?
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The second acts deleted because of non action.

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Tortured - yes . And after all of that. Now I'm free to speak.



"This place is intentionally left blank,"

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To overcome Heisenbergs:
"You can't always get what you want / but if you try sometimes you just might find / you get what you need." -- Rolling Stones