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Glory to thermodynamics

and spoils of Western Civilization. Thrum of the central heater... manually activated upon advent of twilight (since yours truly not resident within "smart home"), nevertheless warm cockles and muscles appreciate basking, and luxuriating, within climate controlled environment, whether bone chilling deep freeze of winter sets indentured jaws chattering or contrarily when sweltering hazy, humid and hot dawg days of summer necessitates setting air conditioner at refreshing sixty degrees fahrenheit. I could never survive alone in the wilderness which dependence on creature comforts inured me since birth, but all the more power to people (such as Dick Proenneke pronounced pren-icky) who live off the grid, and minimize their carbon footprint. Truth be told, a non impactful lifestyle tantalizes, teases, titillates... yours truly, a garden variety generic human dependent on consonant contrivances and conveniences conditioned courtesy capitalistic consumeristic credo decrying his dependence upon flow of electrons, whereby flip of switch instantaneously allows, enables, and provides electricity with absolute zero ability to stave off blackout attributed to sudden disruption regarding power outage linkedin with severe kickstarted meteorological phenomena or terroristic machinations (possibly even homegrown unrest) signaling the end of the webbed wide world reducing to rubble (think being bombed back into stone age) annihilating trappings of twenty first century civilization forcing survivors to learn basic skills cooperation, integration, and utilitarian virtues altruistic, democratic, humanistic, mechanistic, and socratic zest begotten, distilled, and forged nsync with opposable thumb. Angst crimps existence generating dystopian thoughts despite countless factorial permutations and combinations, this cyber surfer avails two alms boot Grinchian genes snatched such balms when tethered in utero umbilical connection, etched bromide, which hankering calms embryonic sensation this corporeal being lacks constantly subjected to exams from the school of hard knocks which I bewail sets back and gloms mine aim to revel in blissful contentment but circumstances decrees otherwise cursing this chap tubby haunted by veritable elfin grotto dwelling phantoms hovering over sweet clover dials a mirage yes...Iris sieve blurbs from gals and guys that spans the world wide web, and exude premature ejaculatory ecstasy, puzzled if fie totally tubular trod a tedious trek along the boulevard of broken dreams what happenstance oft finds thyself to flail amidst difficulty to maximize optimal opportunities searching for Holy Grail or whatever constitutes such lofty personal objective, perchance being hale and hearty of body, mind and spirit spurs the furies of fate tut test this primate while he aims to gallop with mighty industrial vim and vigor leaving a virtual cloud of dust, though mindfulness helps to pass go, and chance avoid jail time, then maybe monopolized feedback offered to this toothless mwm (with gumption) quasi-vegetarian enjoying poetry stone soup, yet also subsisting on supplementary vitamin packed glue tin free NON GMO fruity tall tales for a male thirty nine years shy sans bing a centenarian, which span of life best cut short with a nail (possibly nine inches) hammered into faux coffin, cuz this imp doth turn pale at the prospect to fill up a space of land best utilized by birds - such as quail mongoose, or ibis (though aye ne'er saw one), where cremated ashes sail across some verdant plain under cerulean skies putting to rest every travail which thoughts of dem eyes spells the main impetus explaining this rambling spiel warp and woof ova gauzy veil imperceptibly looms closer upon turrets of my digital sea faring gunwale and thus desperation finds pleading for salvation.

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