A collection of rhyming prosaic insights insightful enough to roughly cover a simple idea of the Internet; how
it is considered in regards to humour and good natured trends managing the mores and habits of countless
users and affectionate fans.
If I were right, the night that passed before I ate that great helping of hamburger helper without the hamburger is larger than the day when my parents may or may not have given their approval towards weening hours words or dirges meant for a respective lot coddling each sodden ploy to get more play at the station
I am a big child. My inner toddler has been touched in ways I care not to describe in the last few days. Make reservations for the coast, I would say to my gracious host and partner, the part of her post and stern, my ship or vessel which learns quickly all good things must come to an end.
Planning for chaos is like perpetuating a cycle, like all fights for lightly illuminated insight or quiet debate at sunset about who let in my friend, the confusion of how to organize a system based on no rules or structure.
Some old rock bands had more consistent tape feeds about how needing a manager is was and will be a crutch.
I've never heard those bands' music on the television or station that plays the good tunes.
Just wait until someone thinks about how to analyze this growing internet in either an abstract or detailed, analytical manner for the express purpose of establishing norms or implicit form.
Then things would rock.
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